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Chorus: DJ Paul [Project Pat] (2x)
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These niggaz got me fucked up
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These niggaz got me fucked up
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These niggaz got me fucked up
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[These hoes got me fucked up]
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These niggaz got me fucked up
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These niggaz got me fucked up
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These niggaz got me fucked up
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[These niggaz got me fucked up]
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Project Pat [DJ Paul]:
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The murderers, robbers, here I go again y'all
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Triple Six don' came up when I was in the pen y'all
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Weak rappin', lip flappin' niggaz, make 'em suck a dick
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Project Pat, I'm in this bitch, Kaze niggaz runnin' shit
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Which mean you hoes need to recognize who you dis
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Kidnappin' muthafuckaz, stick a burl in his lips
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Kiss from the Mosberg, send him to another world
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Blew his ass off, body floppin' with the bloody curls
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Sterile from the sight, of his blood, cause I show no love
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Suckaz like to fight, but the Pastor like to shoot them slugs
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Scrubs talkin' shit, just like hoes when I ain't, lookin'
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All in a mac, conversation get your life tooken
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Lookin' for some back up, trick you just star prayin'
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Project never slack so, bitch I'ma start sprayin'
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Layin' muthafuckaz in the ground, show 'em how I clown
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[Them hoes gon' die tonight man] It's whatever man, you know I'm down
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Chorus: DJ Paul [Project Pat] (2x)
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[ScanMan]
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Watch, yourself, or Killa Klan Kaze forge your death
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Bendin' red, from the blood you bled, spittin' from your head
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Let 'em burn, cause you fucked with this, killeristic clique
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With no common sense, listen to the voices, tempt a killa bitch
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One, Two, Three, Four
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Wrap your hand arond his throat
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Squeeze, squeeze, tight-ly
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'Til he starts to gasp for beathe
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Pain, I know he feels, cause I feel it though my body
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But it's lovely, to have these final, see to grab my children
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So, now the end is near
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ScanMan stomp the Holy Grail
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It's my 9 to your door
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So fuck your friends and your foes
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So now you feel me, nigga
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Now tell me who's the fuckin' killa behind the trigga
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It's Scan fuckin' Man, with the demons crazed in his soul
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But you bitches still don't hear me though, so...
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Chorus: DJ Paul [Project Pat] (2x)
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[MC Mack]
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Playa hatin' cross the nation, got me facin' situations
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So many so called friends washed down the drain,
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through trial and tribulations
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Hastin', wastin' all your time,
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tryin' to splurge your anna, come and test this Mack
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What all my boys don' done, it's did, bet these hollow tips got my back
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Dig that like that drrrrrat-tat-tat, to your biznack,
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whether it's either fact or fiction
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Muthafuck you a your crew, your clique,
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got all you hoes in stitches
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Never tryin' to brag or boast
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but whoever closest to you, gon' suffer the most
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I earn my fame and fortune, gettin' respect bitch, coast to coast
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For you cluckers it's true I hate ya, I won't bown down to nay nigga
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I don' came to far to look back now trick
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You couldn't fade me with some clippers
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Tryin' to tempt my fuckin' flow, my lyrics is hard like and erection
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Groupies jock me, got the leg spreadin' open like an affection
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Crumb snatchin', paper chasin', I'm doin' whatever to reach the top
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It's your name that gotta get scratched
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Yes it's your ass that gotta get popped
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Kamakaze, times up, get the fuck, nigga what
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Retaliation is a must, a Mack for life, I gotta bust, that's fucked up
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Niggas Got Me Fucked Up
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The Kaze |