yeah...
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i done told you niggas 9, 10 times stop fuckin wit me...
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i done told you niggas 9 albums stop fuckin wit me...
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i done told you niggas i got the 9 on me stop fuckin wit me...
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you niggas must got 9 lives... 9th wonder...
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i put that knife in ya... take little bit of life from ya
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am i frightenin ya? shall i continue?
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i put that gun to ya, i let it sing you a song
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i let it hum to you, the other one sing along
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now it's a duet and you wet when you check out
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the tech-nique, from the two teks and i only need two lips
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to blow just like a trumpet you dumb shit...
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this is a unusual musical i conductor
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you looking at the black warren buffet so all critics could duck sick...
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i don't care if you c. dolores tucker or you bill o'reilly
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you only riling me up... for 3 years they had me peeing out of a cup
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now they 'bout to free me up what you think i'm gon be what
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rehabilitated man i still feel hatred
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i'm young black and rich so they wanna strip me naked but...
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you never had me like christina aguiler-ey
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but catch me down the west side driving like halle berry,
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on the F.D.R. in the seat of my car
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screaming out the sunroof "death to y'all" you can't kill me...
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i live forever through these bars i put the wolves on ya
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i put a price on your head, the whole hood'll want ya
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you're starting to look like bread, i send them boys at ya
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i ain't talking bout feds nigga them body snatchers
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nigga you heard what i said
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i make them wait for you til 5 in the morning...
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put your smarts on the side of your garment...
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nigga stop fuckin wit me...
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R... I.... P...
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grown man i put hands on you,
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i dig a hole in the desert then build the sands on you,
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lay out blue print plans on you
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we rat pack niggas let sam tap dance on you then
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i'll sinatra shot ya goddamn you
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i'll put the boy in the box
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like david blaine let the audience watch it ain't a thang...
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y'all wish it was frontin i george bush the button,
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for the oil in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
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then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
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your boy got the goods ya don't want none of it like,
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castor oil i castor troy you,
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change your face or the bullets change all that for you...
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y'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets
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please don't make me park it in your upper level,
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valet a couple strays from the .38 special nigga
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God bless you...
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i make them wait for you til 5 in the morning...
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put your smarts on the side of your garment...
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nigga stop fuckin wit me...
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R... I.... P...
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when the gun is tucked un-tucked nigga you die
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it's like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I
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i'm the one thus meaning no one must try
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no 2 no 3 no 4 know why?
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because one's 4-5 might blow your high
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you ain't gotta go to church you get to know yo' God,
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it's a match made in heaven when i (POP) play the seven
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put you on the nigga news UPN and eleven...
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where you been you ain't heard, got the word that i'm (POP POP)
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that i'm so sincerrrre...
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i'm especially joe pesci wit' it friend
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i will kill you commit suicide and kill you again...
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i make them wait for you til 5 in the morning...
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put your smarts on the side of your garment...
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nigga stop fuckin wit me...
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R... I.... P...
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Threat
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