[Verse 1 Pimpstress]
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My click picks your pockets,
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splits tha profits,
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choose the targets,
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and take out the garbage,
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Fill tha cartridge,
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more lead than Zepplin,
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tryin not to step in the blood I left em' in.
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Wrestlin with withdrawls got me sippin purple medicine,
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Dead rpesidents movin up like Jeffersons.
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Lets begin, it began, so begun
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The story of one who went from girl to woman.
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From crums to slums, to laced in diamonds.
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Son by guns that sound like drums.
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Its no ones fault his life came to a hault, should I open up the vault like I
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opened up my sliss more.
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But instead h chose to be another skeleton, I popped his head and his brain
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looked like gelatin.
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A defenition of a cursed individual, original, you caint see the invisible.
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[Hook]
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1-2 Better call yo crews
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3-4 Need to lock yo doors
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5-6 Better loaad yo clips
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7-8 Time to meet yo fate
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[Verse 2 Pimpstress]
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Some of yall niggas aint wit this,
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Well then get tha fuck on bout yo business.
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Cuz my kind dont take kinds who doze,
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who act like hoes while I sip Irish Rose,
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And smoke some of the worst weed youd ever tasted,
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Fuck it blaze it lets all get wasted.
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Still a Ja-ca, you need to face it,
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Mad cuz yo house costs as much as yo bracelet,
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Never patient, compitition, sound ancient,
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Im gettin followed by a Federal Agent,
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Engagements, gangsta banquets, piggarements, stainless,
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Leave you brainless make it painless.
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Hanus, 27 holes in his anus.
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Make em pay when they mistake us for entertainers.
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Cant blame es, young, dumb, and famous
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Mary Jane is whut her neme is, I keep her where my cane is.
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3 Pimpstress]
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My money flows like a runny nose,
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All I gotta do is find a place to throw away these bloody clothes.
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I pacanina while I shop at the Gallaria,
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Stay on my toes like a motha fuckin ballarina.
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From Pasadedna to Amid that you know a Baby Bash beats the brotha of a Gras
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Groa.
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Raheed he wuz raised on the wrong street,
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SPM had a fatha made of concrete,
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Low G lest the dogs loose fuck tha troops,
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And Grimm is the spider called the Brown Recluse,
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Juan Gotti got the shotti puttin holes in they body,
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Murdaholics kill a nigga while he sittin on the potty,
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Hillwood Hustlaz and 24-7, Dope Game Legends, feel they presence.
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The young and the sensless, a message from Texas,
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Dope House Records eats you hos up for breakfast.
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[Hook]
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[Spm] No more chances
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Meet Your Fate
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South Park Mexican (SPM) |