[Hook: X 4]
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We bogus bogus and mafia!
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Say what?
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[Never]
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Stand tall when this shit jump off
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Better back back down
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Got a wild wolf pack attack
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We'll body snatch em, crack em
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Detach and smack em
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Run from the gun finna have you some
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Spin em around ready to drown em
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Missin arm leg leg arm head they found em stankin
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Cuz he wasn't ready for the wild gankin
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Blindfold execution style
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Certified straight lunatic bucked
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Good county bounty rowdy better be audi
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Bangers fulla anger, step into my chamber
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Oh I'm finna hang ya, rodeo ranglers
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Ride, east coast west coast
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In the middle, down south, 2 bogus
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Hypnotized Minds with the Conflict bumpin
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Your trunk and we steady dumpin
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[Crunchy Black]
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It's a motherfuckin stick up
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Giddy your shit up
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Three 6 finna tear the motherfuckin club up
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Crucial Conflict, click I roll with
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Better get a bitch, war and straight gun up
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Gimme that money, ain't shit funny
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Fuckin with a motherfuckin nigga from down south
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Nigga think I'm ?tray? hoe I ain't ?tray?
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Find this gun in your motherfuckin mouth, test me baby
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If you think I'm playin, proof test me baby
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If you know what I'm sayin
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Got a couple motherfuckin niggas over here prayin
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Got a couple motherfuckin niggas over here layin
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Face down in the ground hopin dead they live
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You ain't Mafia, you don't know the deal
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Representin Memphis to the fullest and I got my gat
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But it ain't where you from it's where you at
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I'm in the golden, nigga
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[Hook X 4]
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[Coldhard]
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Well if your city's hardest
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Man have you seen the lives I feel that I have lived before
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Paid to do my same life
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Hopin I don't get dropped bogus for nothin I do
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Smoke Hay like them playas back in the 50's, it's a new
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We in the cell too
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We could get clink claks and thousand suits
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Lizard boots, a ring or two
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How you move to the blue, how you call us crew
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Fool, be cool what's cool, you snooze you lose
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Me and my down south niggas rule
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Fuck the other nigga, we pay dues too
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[Juicy J]
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This goes out to all my niggas
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Flippin cheese and countin figures
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Put your boy up in the picture
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Knowin I wanna be down with ya
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Memphis niggas, Chi-Town niggas
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Clicked up like notorious killas
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Never focused, always bogus
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Blunts and guns is all we totin
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Constantly rollin, constantly rollin
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Tight on white but weed I'm smokin
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Every corner playas postin
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Eyes are red from dope we chokin
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All your hoes they blowin kisses
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Pay attention to our pimpin
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Flict, Nino, and the Juice
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We tear the club up thugs and bitches
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[Kilo]
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Bone solid! Cuz papa was a rolling stone
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Gotta get em on and it's on but in the terror zone
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Havin visions of glistens my posse ridin
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Dippin in my stridin
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Never slippin, just slidin, canivin
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Bogus bogus nigga hopeful
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Got that mossberg
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Send the word, Kilo
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Not because the mac spittin potent dope
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And this overdose, comatose
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We gon rush and drain your mind
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It's a Conflict in the ghetto
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And we livin in crucial times
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[Hook X 4]
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[Lord Infamous]
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Scarecrow is frozen, not frozen and cold
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We the cold terrorists, we have entered this city Chicago
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Cruical the Conflict the Memphis streets is
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Now you niggas know you can't break (..?..)
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I'ma let this mob take off
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Won't stop until I knock it off
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The left fill it up till it wet and erupt
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Erupt like muggin my type busta
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Come get up in the middle of an inner city riddle
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Wanna fill a figure up, and not just a little
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Feel my force, of course you're hoarse
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[Hook (till fade)]
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2 Bogus
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Crucial Conflict |