| Motherfucker, pass the buck
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| Or should I say bucks?
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| I could give a fuck about ifs, ands, or buts
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| You still getting cut because this is a team, and you not with us
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| We summing up funds, we funding our sums
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| To you this is work, to me this fun
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| Atilla the Hun, dread what we become
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| We chewin' up CEOs, spittin' out bums
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| We never stuck in a rut, Norman Atomic is pissing that mud
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| Ridin' clean in the muck, diamonds gleaming in my semen
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| Get the meaning? |
| Now she screaming, «put yo' seed in my gut!»
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| I’m like, «slut, you fucking nuts—you best believe I’m about bust»
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| Get on your knees and please just suck
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| What? |
| You got a problem with it?
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| Well, I could give a fuck
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| I’m finna pluck you like a flower petal
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| Drop you back down to that bottom level
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| My ambitions as a rider, I’m a shotta bumping 'Pac and Biggie
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| Gimmie the loot, gimmie the loot
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| Or you can meet this semi (grrah!)
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| Listening to Em while I’m smoking and I’m popping pillies
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| Switch it to Weezy, sipping sleazy, thinking about a milli' (woo!)
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| This that dirty south, cracker, junkie that you heard of
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| Pill popping, armed robber, always talking slurred up (what?)
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| Chopped and screwed, sippin' juice, fucking love that syrup (woo)
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| Sick fuck, psycho goonies, no, them meds won’t cure us
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| This New Orleans, killers lurking, maybe rob a tourist
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| Lord, forgive me if I’m slippin' and them haters burn us
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| I just don’t know no other way, $crimmy always fucked up
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah |