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"Weak Azz Bitch"

"Weak Azz Bitch"


[Chorus x4]
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, BITCH, Weak ass BITCH

[Juicy "J"]
How you feel with this nine mili mill to your grill
Haters talkin' lots of shit
But they scared of the steel
If you want me come and get me
Cause I'm real with this here
I ain't scared of none of you hoes
I ain't never shead a tear
In yo hood bumpin' ridin' with a twelve case of beer
Ain't no nigga make no moves
Get you scared, shook your fear
Y2K hit the clock
So you know the ending's near
One call to them killas and you just might disappear

[DJ Paul]
Now nigga all in my face hollin' real but real soft
Bitch I'm holdin' up this glock
Bout to knock your block off
You a weak ass bitch
And your CD cover show
With your fake ass face
I been knowin' ya so I know a sissy hoe
Yeah know this a triple six city
All that MTV and BET got you feelin' shitty
Just to think, you used to be my dog
Used to be my nigga, now you fake
But I stomp on you trick in the grass
You little snake bitch

[Chorus x4]

[Lord Infamous]
Uh, In the mood a fucking crowd
Make the speakers pound
If you niggas wild
Knock these bitches out
Rumblin' the ground
Tramplin' niggas down
From the dirty south
Where the niggas like it loud
Wish ya hypnotized
Instagater ?
Fire in my eyes sosate lucky Frank White
Ready for the gunfight
If you wanna get high
Ain't no sympathize
Make you sleep till it's judgment night

[La Chat]
Talk is cheap
I hear you talking but you ain't bout your bizz
La Chat a mack ain't got no time to play no games with a bitch
My motherfuckin' plastic gat we gonna rumblin' shit
Then they gon' hit'cha smit'cha get'cha so don't fuck with this shit
I know you feelin' when I'm speakin' and I'm speakin' to you
Well hoe it's true, who got the proof bitch
What you gon' do
I keep my mug cuz I'm a thug
I left the twink on my grill
You got some manner
Need to show it
Shit you claim that your real

[Chorus x4]
 
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"Weed Is Got Me High"

"Weed Is Got Me High"


[Chorus x4]
This weed is got me high
So high, so high
This bud is got me high
So high, so high

[dj paul]
Mesmorized by the motherfuckin'
Ya'll niggas odn't get high
Like the dirty three 6 mafia
We smokers there to chain
Give a shot
Of that cocaine to the brain
Gotta get high
Gotta get high
To a motherfuckin' that especially
Don't hear me
But i can keep a smile on my drugs
And you cheap ass thugs
You hoes don't feel me

[crunchy blac]
Watcha got down in your trunk

[juicy j]
Nothin' but leaves and bags of weed
Somethin' to keep you off your feet
Make you crawl around on knees
If you slang a
Then grab a pound
If you a smoker
Fool don't get wild
Are you fucked up
So what
What's up
Sip on some beer and black and mild

[crunchy blac]
I'm so high
All i smell like smoke
Yeah that motherfuckin' green
Yeah that god damn dope
You be hopin'
When you see me
I'm gon' roll you some
But ain't gon' foll none

[gangsta boo]
I'm smokin' on some blunts
Bigger than some of you rappers royalty checks
Never been mistaken
I'm the lady that be like
Quick to get up in your shit
Freaky when i'm high
That's the plan
Now understand my nig
Fuckin' move your man
Cause his ass wanna get with this

[lord infamous]
Out of the scarecrow
The substance i obtain
Dibe got get me feelin' strange
And crazy
I'm smokin' on this doja
Got me stumblin' and feelin' lazy
I'm staring at some shit
That got me dazin'
Amazing
Got plenty of drugs left
And then you know
I'm stayin' blunted

[koopsta knicca]
Stayin' numb
Shit faced
Chee-cheef hit them killas
The swishers
Nigga wit that deep pull
So deep that i cannot remember
And if you really wanna get with the
Three 6 mafia
It's no lie you'll get high
 
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"Weed, Blow, Pills"

"Weed, Blow, Pills"


[Intro]
I'll be damned
Ay this my favorite motherfuckin song on the album mayne
Y'knahmsayin it's a weed song, a pill song
All wrapped into one man, weed blow and pills
Man let's go

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Weed, blow, and pills (what we slangin)
Weed, blow, and pills (what we fightin fo')
Weed, blow, and pills (what we live fo')
Weed, blow, and pills (what we get high all day on)

[Verse One]
Rappers get so high like they Tony Montana
Voice be so damn slurred talkin ghetto hood grammar
Need to take a seat when you takin all them pills
Passed out on the street your body rollin downhill
This dope got my voice soundin like I'm chopped and screwed up
Dope got my voice soundin like I'm chopped and screwed...
This dope got my voice soundin like I'm chopped and screwed up
Dope got my voice soundin like I'm chopped and screwed...
This dope got my voice soundin like I'm chopped and screwed up
I passed out on my feet, so I'm crawlin to this cooler
So just to get a girl I gotta keep my buzz flowin
You wanna get high with me man, keep this shit potent

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Yessir I grab me a gram up out the drawer, I break it break it down
Keep it in plastic I hit it hard, shake it shake it down
Grind it down fine, chop it up, make it powdery
Cut it into lines on the plate, with the razor-y
Razor-y, listen closely, must be done on smooth surfaces
No wood, you get the splinters in your noses
Get the straw, cut it short, slant it at the end
Two inches long, now you're good, go on dig in
If it's your first time you probably won't feel it
Don't worry about it cause it might take a minute
Before I leave I got some more advice to tell
Rub it on a hoe clit, make her cum like hell YEAH~!

[Chorus]

["Weed, blow and pills" scratched to the end]
 
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"Whatcha Know"
(feat. Big Gipp (Goodie Mob))

"Whatcha Know"
(feat. Big Gipp (Goodie Mob))



[Juicy J (Big Gipp)]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Three 6 Mafia (Here it is)
Know what I'm sayin'
Goodie Mob (Triple Six Mafia)
ATL (Big Gipp)
M-town connection (Man)
What you know about that?
(You can't ask fo' no mo')
What you know? What you know?
(I'ma hit ya back)
What you know?

[Chorus: DJ Paul & Big Gipp (together) (2x)]
What you know? What you know?
'Bout the B's, bout that O
'Bout these streets, 'bout this 9
'Bout these niggaz doin' time
What you know? What you know?
Bout the kickin' in the do'
Layin' suckers on the flo'
Gettin' low down with the dope

[Lord Infamous]
In Memphis, I'm a felonist, don't fuck with ghetto presidents
Run up in your residence, gather all the evidence
Murder list is specialist, clickin' on this medicine
Unloadin' a Tec in this, hang you by your neck-a-lace
All in for the blessedness, Lord Infamous reck-a-less
Mobbin', I'm the messiest, best, there is no testin' this
Hellraiser, I'm hookin' 'em, four star chef, I'm cookin' 'em
Like that, now I'm bookin' 'em, slash they eyes out look at 'em

[Crunchy Black]
What you know about killaz, what you know about dealers
What you know about niggaz that live fake, know I'm for real-a
What you know about bitches, what you know about clickin'
One in the chamber so nigga now you know I'm out to get ya
What you know about reobbin', what you know about mobbin'
Mobbin' all through the hood nigga doin' my job 'n
I ain't tryin' to be starvin', I'm just leg over barbin'
Poppin' shots at your head, nigga doin' my job 'n

[Chorus: DJ Paul & Big Gipp (together) (2x)]

[Juicy J]
Juciy always be gamin', keep that roast to the flame 'n
Slangin' dope in the Grove, all the way to Black Haven
Call your boy on the cell, if you want somethin', hail
We got prostitutes and whitey-white just tryin' to make mail
Have you been to the North, Memphis where I be stayin'
Where them golds, they be shinin', nothin' but smiles on they faces
Always stumblin', rumblin', keep the freaky hoes comin'
If they wanna suck the dick, we put that nut in they stomach

[DJ Paul]
Ain't no problem that's to big, nigga fucked up 'bout no task
Two of them coloreds with them masks, sawed-off pumps for mega-blast
Forty-thousand, one in the chamber, buck artila for gettin' his own man
Nigga I'm my own man, never catch me runnin' from no man
It's so strange, the look on you face that does not bring
Or brings it to doors lane, put blood on your close lane
Your eyes be like closin', hoes from head to toes 'n
Fuck 'round with the chosen, got you stiff like posin'

[Chorus: DJ Paul & Big Gipp (together, Big Gipp sings) (2x)]

[Big Gipp (Juicy J)]
Don't give a fuck, I'm stayin' slizzard
Tough like chicken gizzards, strickly 'Cardi, wizard
Pill popper, afro, straight blowed
Corner coves, what I'm talkin', what you know
'Bout that girl, 'bout that boy, keep that nose itchin'
Skin scrachin', junkies steady bitchin'
I can't feel it, nigga please, stop that actin', cough it up
4 for the 5, is what I'm sellin', sawed-off 12 'n started bailin'
Kickin' do's, snatchin' clothes, catchin' hoes, gettin' cases
Sittin' in the country thinkin' about my money on vacation
This for the ones that love the club pop, sip-sip
Gipp dip, In a ho, in the jail, rollin' crip
Keep it crackin', keep it throwed, who shot first, nobody knows
How it goes, what you know, 'bout these streets I'm down fo'
(ATL...)
 
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"When I Pull Up At The Club"
(feat. Paul Wall)

"When I Pull Up At The Club"
(feat. Paul Wall)



[Juicy J - sample from "Slob On My Knob"]
Does it real good
Does it real good

[Chorus - Mr. Bigg sample from "Yeah I Rob" x2]
Now when I pull up at the club I'm lookin so clean
Se-se-seventy seven Cut Dog painted lime green
To-to-today I'm married and my wife don't play
If ya want-if you want me to treat you ugly bitch you gotta pay

[DJ Paul]
Can it be Rolls that pull all these hoes
Or could it be my Cadillac wit 20-inch Vogues
Can it be my manison in Memphis jacuzzi
Or could it be my crib in Florida on the beach
Can it be the ten million records that I sold
Or can it be the first one that ever go gold
Whatever it be like y'all jaw cause I don't stop
Continuously to make a ho draws drop, yeah

[Juicy J]
I used to always wonder why my girls have fits
When I walk up out the mall they be lookin at me pissed
Maybe just becuz I ball ridin eight or nine whips
And my name is Juicy J and I ain't payin no bitch
When I was broke as a joke they didn't wanna get wit me
Till I bought a Maybach now they all wanna lick me
Wit a Playboy mansion downtown in the city
And the hoes lined up like ninety centy pennies

[Chorus x2]

[Paul Wall]
I got the candy drippin stains off the Range when I'm switchin lanes
I'm in the slab glass house swangin grippin grain
They tellin me I'm the mane stangin licks to make a gain
Livin life in the fast lane gettin money I can't complain
These boppers see me ridin swangin wanna taste the fame
But you gotta break that bread wit me baby I'm married to the game
I fell in love wit stackin change I'm addicted to countin cash
I ain't worried bout naan ho I ain't concerned wit naan ass
I'm bout that dollar get it right I'm not out here lookin for a wife
I'm out here on that top flight on the grind all day and night
I'm a baller I'm a pimp I'm a thug and I'm a hustler
If you want some of this lovin break bread girl you a customer

[Chorus x2]

[Crunchy Blac]
See she's a freak ho let me tell you all a-bout it
I met her in the Valley and the valley ain't Cali
She tried to act shy but I knew she was bout it
Hotter than a summer day when it ain't cloudy
She say she want cheese but thats no doubt it
She just another ho I'mma hit then I'm out it
I'm just like Jody out the back door see
Hidin my face cause her old man know me

[Chorus x4]

[music to fade]
 
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"Where Da Cheese At"
(feat. Crunchy Black)

"Where Da Cheese At"
(feat. Crunchy Black)



[DJ Paul]
Hey man, put the needle on the record man
Let's bump some of this motherfucking Crunchy Black
This shit bump dog

[Crunchy Black in Who Run It]
This motherfucking room (static)
I can't take (static)
Tossed Out, These Bitches (static)
I'm bout to Overload
I'm bout to kill a boy
All I [record scratch 3x]
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
Keep it easy, you don't wanna get speedy
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
Lay, lay, lay on yo back
Lay, lay on yo back
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All On this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom

[Crunchy Black]
Yeah I rob, Yeah I steal
Yeah I put ya body in a field
I ain't fakin no deal, just tryin to get a meal
Hustlin out here, understand my skill
This money gotta be made, made to the grave
Till death do us part, somebody gotta pay
Pay what they way, pay what they make
Don't makes no difference, I gotta get paid
Nigga, hustlin, out here on the streets
Tip toe down nigga, I ain't tryin to be beat
Like a hoe out here, like hustlin the street
Tryin to get her somethin so her pimp can eat
Ain't nothin goin on but the money and the power
Got one in the chamber for you weak ass cowards
If you keep talkin shit, I'mma come and get ya
CB is my name, and I ain't playin wit ya bitches

[Crunchy Black in Who Run It]
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All I wanna know is where the cheese at
Where the ki's at
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
All on this motherfucking room, nigga boom
 
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"Where Da Killaz Hang"

"Where Da Killaz Hang"


[Chorus]
I represent where them killaz hang

[Lord Infamous]
The ganja I'm chokin'
The laws'll get broken
The pussies are open
The killas is scopin'
The [?] is smokin'
Is bloodily soakin'
The Scarecrow
The sicker
The Snizote I'm locin'
We up in the attic
My victim in panic
They try to get franic
Got blowed off the planet
They don't understand it
Soldiers can't stand it
That's how I planned it
Fuck you goddamnit
My automatic
Ready for static
Blastery tragic
Have you in plastic
Way my mind be twisted
Got me itchin' gotta have it
Niggas want to approach Lord Infamous
But I am loco I will blow
Your head off your shoulders

[Project Pat]
Mister murderer robbers
Niggas with some charges
You fake mothafuckas
We gonna finish what you started
Yo heart is a nigga set
Bitch you best ah have a gat
Smoke a nigga
With that trigga
Memphis nigga Project Pat
I'm down like the Kamakaze souldier on a killin' spree
Once we get into it dog
You gonna have to murder me
Who I be
I'm hidin' in the bushes layin'
Push us to the ground
Ghetto clown
Off your blood you shall drown

[Chorus]

[Koopsta Knicca]
Too dim not today
Now the koopstas off the streets
Only real G's close to me
He's [?]
People sayin' folks
Tryin' to take me as a joke
But this pimp shit bitch
Can't go I ti-zook all of you hoes
Loadin' up my mind
Daily fuckin' my patience
Runnin' from my visitations
Just the coo fool can ya face me
Claim to be my friend
When ya takin' a second look
I guess it's on then
Big bizness bitch
No money on my book
Manne this shit is hectic
So I'm callin' up to got
Me and my charge partna booga
He's a rapper down with us
Party [?] 17's where I dwell
Stale [?] on my shelf
I'm fellin' as if I'm in hell
Yea soon I be bailed
Pale well if it's swell
Triple platinum with the [?]
Deja Vu fuck when I left
Oh me isn't this a binitch
Please excuse me for my frenech
But you writin' all these lyrics
If ya hear me then ya feel me

[Chorus]

[Crunchy Black]
In the hood where I dwell
And I dwell real well
For you playa hatin' ass bitches
Manne you might as well burn in hell
When you smell the aroma
From them blunts when I hit corners
Don't you duck
Don't you dodge
Cuase it's only gonna be
Murder murder on my mind
Leavin' blank in the pass
When you drop that fuckin' glass
Manne I bet'cha I kill yo ass
Nigga pop with the glock
In a pine fuckin' box
Don't you try to call the fuckin' cop
Cause a nigga ain't gonna stop

[Project Pat]
Shootin', cappin', jack and chill
Lettin' you so calleds know the deal
Hollow tips yo ass gonna feel
Roll yo dice bitch and you real
Fuckin' with the click, the crew, the clan
You gon' recognize
G's swangin' out they trees
Have you stankin' with the flies
Cries comin' up out yo mouth
But they muffled by the tone
When I pull the trigga back
You enter the enternal zone
Southside killas
Always stayin' strapped with them thangs
Project Pat
Memphis, Tennessee
Where them killaz hang

[Chorus]
 
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"Where's Da Bud"

"Where's Da Bud"


[Lord Infamous]
I felt the need for the weed
The smoke of game
They set the cheese
Just for me
The B, The L, The U,N,T
The B to the U
Da da da D
The weed
Get me shotgun
Oh please
Oh please
Not chicken feet
The chicken weed
Pick out the seeds
The heat is hittin' me
Me need to cruise we gotta have it
Don't want to cabbage
We hate that babbage
Like savage
We we we wanna
The marijuana
Oh we gonners
Yo man I'm gonna
Go round the corner
Get right on ah ah ah ah sack
I need contact I need it bad
Some wackiness
Just just like that gon' crack yo neck
We weed a comin'
You move to slow take care of that
Who got the hay
Who got the hay
What do they say
Across the street
I'm goin' crazy lookin' for the ink
I take a quarter
Fill it to the border of that bag
Where da bud at

[Chorus]
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
We looking for the bud

[Lord Infamous]
They call me lord Infamous
But you can call me Scarecrow
I need me some red hair
Chicken or some indo
And I need a couple of quarts of something
So I can get full
We smokin' the ink
We get blowed off the ink
We get fucked up
We takin' them hard pulls
You'll get a wiff
When you sniff up in the air
We smoke bud anywhere
Yeah bitch we don't care
Cause when we get the urge
To fire up some chronic
Manne a nigga must campaign
Clouds up in the brain
Fool that cheefa got me hype
Oh me so hype dog
Blowin' so much bud
Fool cheefin' contacts off the fall
This shit is burnin' too quick
Fuck this little just a stroll
To the store
Get some cigars
Roll some Philly blunts
Damn fool
Ain't shit in the sack
But some fuckin' shake
I need some more
Pure and I just can't fuckin' wait
Black let's go
Where da bud at
Let's go where da bud at
Let's go where da but at man

[Chorus]

DJ Paul he lookin' for the bud
Me Lord Infamous I'm lookin' for the bud
The fuckin' Juice manne he lookin' for the bud
My nigga named Koop he lookin' for the bud
Gangsta Boo she lookin' for the bud
DJ Jus Borne he lookin' for the bud
My nigga Crunchy Black he lookin' for the bud
Triple 6 Mafia we lookin' for the bud
 
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"Who Da Fuck You Playin' Wit?"

"Who Da Fuck You Playin' Wit?"


Who da fuck you playin' wit
Nigga get hard boy or get smacked like a bitch
Bitch get hard hoe or get whooped like a nigga

Oh shit, they done fucked up unleashed the beast
My lyrics flowin' with danger and without love for the streets
I have to pay attention to everything that I say
Because these punk ass fagots and bitches take the shit the wrong way

So, I'm gonna lay my cards out face up so you can see 'em
Leave your bottom dollar on you 'cause that's all that you'll be needin'
Grip your glock, call your shots, grip your nuts and call the cops
When it's anna I don't see that there is any reason to stop

You see, I just got the pistol gripped AR-15
And it's still shootin' fuckin' two-two three's
From 200 yards I still got my enemies
Hit your pine out but make a bitch nigga bleed

My Marty Griffin shootin' five football fields
.50 cal some, don't wanna feel
(Bleep)
With my Baretta CX-4
Rang your doorbell, pop your ass through the door

Who da fuck you playin' wit?
Nigga get hard boy or get smacked like a bitch
Bitch get hard hoe or get whooped like a nigga

I done told you cowards, I ain't goin' for this shit
That you talk on your mix tapes, he say, she say bullshit
Radio play niggas all on the air
Talkin' about hypnotize ain't treat him fair

Check your contract and tell 'em where your funds at
Ballin' out in ATL smokin' weed and sippin' on dat cognac
Ain't no bitch, bitch, I'ma have to tell you
Ain't no rap, ain't no nigga in a gang or a crew

Goin' stop this playa from gettin' my cheese
If I'm sellin' coke, ki's or chronic kinds of weed
What'cha know about standin' in a courthouse
'Bout to get judged by 12 white folks lights sent us out

What'cha know about niggas in the hood ain't changed
If you turn your back your main nigga put a bullet to your brain
What'cha know about dissin' on the CD, that's old
'Cause I told you bitches, I goin' no more

Who da fuck you playin' wit?
Nigga get hard boy or get smacked like a bitch
Bitch get hard hoe or get whooped like a nigga

If a bitch talk shit, she can suck a nigga dick
If a nigga wanna fight, he can bring the fuckin' shit
Nigga know who I'm with, triple-mothafuckin'-6
You can think that I'm playin' but I ain't playin' bitch

I can give it to you slow, I can give to you quick
If you bitches want some more, then come and get it bitch
Got a whole bunch of bullets and I promise, I'll spit 'em
Nigga know CB from the, "One hitta quitta"

Know some real, know some fake
Got some love, got some hate
Know some with it, know some cowards
Some smoke weed, smoke snort powder

Some ride Chevy's, some ride 'Lacs
Some sell pill, some some crack
Some them thieves, some them killas
Bay Area attack

Ain't no biz if you want to kill then make your fuckin' move
Damages when I get ya nigga doin' what I do
Get my point across when I'm masked up and ride out
Packed your bags, mashed the gas, best to best to hide out bitch
 
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"Who Got Dem 9's"

"Who Got Dem 9's"


[juicy j]
Yeah, juicy j in the house with my nigga project motherfuckin' pat
Lettin' you niggas know about respect
You know what i'm sayin
We gets respect off in these motherfuckin' streets
Yeah right
Yeah motherfuckin' respect

[Chorus x4]
Who got dem 9's (who got dem 9's)
Who got dem tech's (who dot dem techs)
Throw yo motherfuckin' sett
To show you know you got respect

[juicy j]
We's creepin' through your hood
Makin' you hoe ass niggas jump
With them doubts somebody hear shots
Got you shakin'
Call the cops
When the cops got on the scene all they heard was cries and screams
Triple 6 niggas are mean
When they blast them triple beams
Seem to me you never learn
So we have to demonstrate
Motherfuck a murder case
Shot the bitch off in his face
Face it hoe and be a man
Play the game until the end
You was out there claimin' killa
So to hell, with your friends
All your foes, i suppose
You think i'ma let you live
No love words never show
So not love is what i give
Get respect off in these streets
Stayin' real, packin' heat
Some don't wanna see me have
Always out tryin' to creep
On the next, do i flex
With them techs, let em' kill
Those with anna on your chest
We gon' make your blood spill
We for reall off in this shit
If you jump we gon' clown
Put a bullet in your head
And lay your body in the ground

[Chorus x4]

[project pat]
It's gangsta it's gangsta
Everybody wanna be a deals, a killa
Fire ya'll let and you gon' be a body
In lobby
Ghetto life is ghetto past the blastin'
And askin', for that fuckin' loot
And then i'm dashin', harrassin'
If you real
Then you respect the real one
I feel some
Niggas need to have a chat with nina, the enforcer
187 soldiers in this motha
I'll smother those who thnk they bolder than no other
A buster gon' lose his fuckin' life up in the gizame
I'll dusta gets right upside your head
And blow your brizain's to pieces
And even if it's your time to clock those glocks down
So watch out
Wasn't raised to be no hoe, i'm takin' my glock down
And motherfuck police
Cause when it's on
Bitch it's murder
So go and get your toes and your click
And i'ma serve ya
I urge ya, don't be lookin' at my face dog
Watch the 9 r-e-s-p-e-c-t
Oh, you gon' give me mine

[Chorus...till fade]
 
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