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I'm still shootin mothafuckas the warpath never stops
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Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is causin a homicide
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Ya popped if you're plottin on a jack punk
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I'll see you comin from a mile away and light yo ass up
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So if the funk is on you betta be strapped
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Cuz you'll be bitin the nine once again black
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Call me agent double O deuce four
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I got a mini 380 in the sleeve of my coat
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I'm a killA the mothafuckin X to the R-A-I-D-E-D L-O-C
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smokin niggas like some green bud
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So if you see me in your hood you better duck
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Cuz I'm jackin every thang from a cut to a mini truck
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Better not be trippin never slippin
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It's just another mothafuckin grave that I'm diggin
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Forties swiggin got a nigga bent and wanna kill
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Fools try to catch me slippin but they never will
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I'm the mothafuckin X loc no joke
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I'm from the garden block where mothafuckas get smoked
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If your Daytons got a little more shine than the ones I got
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I'm gonna get my nine and your shit is mine
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You hella bold if you reach for your gat
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Cuz I'm gonna put a hole in your ass and it's like that
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Lynch, (You gonna be heaven sent fool)
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Niggas nuts on the wall I'm shooting mothafuckas
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Chorus: Cuz I'll shoot your punk ass in a minute
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I'll give you some of this (ginshots) or some of this (more gunshots)
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I'm a trigger happy nigga I prove it every time that I ride
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I'll kill a punk at the drop of a dime
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For instance a nigga talkin shit
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Betta yet a fool tryin to front for a bitch yeah
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(I'll give you some of this (gunshots) or some of this (gunshots)
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Nigga aim nigga hit wanna trip nigga trip
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Fuck a fool's gun if he got a empty clip
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Brotha Lynch (I'm a blast, I'm a blast)
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Where your bullet land? (in that ass, in that ass)
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Niggas ain't shit a bitch is a dead bitch
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If she fuck wit me she gonna be shittin led bricks
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Cuz I treat a hoe like a hoe should be treated
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Instead of a queen I treat a bitch like a thief
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I'll have a hoe terrified thinkin I'm a looney
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Settin up her folks so I can jack em for they jewelry
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Kickin down doors wavin gats fuck a discussion
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All I want is money if there ain't none then I'm bustin yeah
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I'm killin mamas, daddys and nephews
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I'm killin sons, daughters and sparin you
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You can play the Rambo role like you're a down black brother
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But picture this I'm still shootin mothafuckas
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Chorus
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You crazy if you think you're gonna get some
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The only thing you're gonna get is yourself smoked punk
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And if you ever wake your ass up
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You're in a box 24 deep cold as a mothafuck
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To ya niggas that dissed me
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Or either tried to blast and ya missed me
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Keep your strap on cuz I'm a get my jack on
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When I put my black on payback is fin to be on
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Your brains gone I'm a let it be known trick
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X Raided was never the one to be fucked with
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Cuz you was sayin you was hard and all that shit
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But when you found you couldn't quit you moved your ass out of town with
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your bitch
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Dumb nigga I'm like the Terminator, loco
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Kickin down doors with Brotha Lynch lookin for yo ass
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Blast everybody in the house and fuck gettin caught
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Bullet wounds will get a nigga caught
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They tell the cops that they shot ya
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You go to see the doctor then they got ya, huh
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A niggas like me leaves no evidence sucka
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When I'm jackin me a fool, I shoot the mothafucka
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(Talking)
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Yeah, once again it's on you know what I'm sayin?
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That nigga X mothafuckin Raided never gave a fuck about shit
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You run up and you gone that's how it is you know what I'm sayin?
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Don't have your back against the wall like my boy Mick said
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If you don't talk that shit, I might let your punk ass live
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You know what I'm sayin? sayin? sayin?
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(then again he might not)
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Still Shootin
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