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Intro: Cheek Del Vec
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Uhh (what?)
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Trife & Larceny in the fuckin house (uhh)
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My nigga Klep in the fuckin house (Kleptomaniac)
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and me (uhh, uhh), Cheek Del Vec (Del Vec, aight) Aight!
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(One love) Uhh, check it
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(Snake-killin ass niggas, JM one love)
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Verse 1: Del Vec, Kleptomaniac
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Del Vec, little niggas pushing Landcruiser jeeps
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gettin blunted all day, every day of the week
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Nights in Maxima's and Acura's
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Got bitches drivin 929 Mazda's, Tammy and Rhonda
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Drivin rope down south in the Honda
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I'm behind her in the Pathfinder
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gettin blunted, my nigga need all, the XL 600
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ridin smoothly playin low-key, watch my bitch
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with the brick in the Civic sellin mad weight
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Outta state and shit, I can't wait til this record shit is straight
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So we can recuperate, get the dough and I'm gone
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Motherfuckers fear me, I blow up spots like Ed Leary
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Violent pro's even with guns like Sharon Stone
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Mack ass nigga strikes again, chalk my win
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Kleptomaniac attracts CREAM stacks from eight pens
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And sticky hands wit crazy glue like finger tips shoplift
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Or pass crews on mountain bikes bustin four-fifths
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Diamond Vagettes, Rolex for the bitch, flex
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and maxin de Moet, signin my signature on cheques
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Crime motherfuckin pays when you know what you're doin
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and gettin loops since niggas was rockin Hawaiian suits
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What? Don't shoot *gun shot* leave ya family upset
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Tight the trip DT's, chasin down robbery suspect
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Chorus: Larceny
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Murder Onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young
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JM motherfucker, go get your guns
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Murder Onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young
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JM motherfucker, go get your guns
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*repeat*
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Verse 2: Trife, Larceny
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Gettin richer cos I move coke and bust quicker
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Bitches get richer, jealous niggas wanna hit'cha
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Stashin my guns to protect my ones
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I see the cash flow, torch it I blast, you know how it go
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In the 5-double 0 SL
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puffin L's lit while Larce loadin shells in the clip
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Snakes-murder men formin plots
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Lickin shots outta drop tops and it don't stop
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us from gettin the Luchicreno
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My clique tight like gambino's stickin casinos
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Bussin down kilos, me and Trife for life
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JM shorty's on the run
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Cocksucker go get your guns
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Chorus x 1/2
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Verse 3: Klep, Del Vec, Trife
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I smoke so much weed, I know my lungs is fucked up
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Stick guns I get'cha, spit sperm when I cum
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Party done, use to hustle bubble
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with concealed capsules under my tongue til my mouth got numb
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Now I watch my back like spighty sense was tinglin
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Minglin in clubs with Jm puffin on mo' teams
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Don't oppose me, shit ain't rosy
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Murderin-lyrical gangsta like Ini Kamoze
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Del Vec project was set down south with two Tek
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I murdered that, we got mad respect
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Sheisty niggas and vicars puffin 20's and 50's on the block
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I got shit on lock in Little Rock
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My bitch got knocked, she sold to a undercover cop
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went to jail, put the Benz up for bail
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Now I'm fucked up in the cut
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I got to move to a diff'rent state to make some quick bucks
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As I look around me, dead bodies surround me
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Part of drug dealin-killin millions to make millions
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Sittin on top, tote Glocks
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smokin pounds and phillies by the box, gettin head on the yacht
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Presidential rollin, watch hos clock me wit tha 420
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Bodyin motherfuckers for this money
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Chorus x2
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Murder Onze
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Junior M.A.F.I.A. |