I¡¯ve got guns out to here, goons out to there
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Brown¡¯s where the pounds fuck up the atmosphere (boom!)
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Body parts everywhere (boom!)
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Oh God it¡¯s just no fair (boom!)
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Sound buey beware (boom!)
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We about metal, we¡¯re fair (boom!)
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Put your guns in the air (boom!)
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You know we just don¡¯t care (boom!)
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I see through your chest sip to Rihanna
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Don¡¯t even bother, put the jury on
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My hienas pop the meanest that your shit smash
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Believe me nigga, not ya, ya don¡¯t want that
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See magnificence if you ever witnessed this
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For that whack shit orient tipycist
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It¡¯s rather die nigga ? ain¡¯t no other options
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Only pop out respect is that pop bucket
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Most in pussy, all them full of geese
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Are you ex-cop but rap fuck police
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Don¡¯t like the feds but all them your peeps
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Yea you rappers faggot, poopoo my bruncher badge
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Andy Griffith niggas, they all got a badge
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I can pin that paint, make it hurt like Johnny Cash
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All that singin shit so rap, get up outta here
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Knew you was a bitch, count your birthdays in dog years
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We dark yes, they couldn¡¯t even see us when the fog clears
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A bunch of kings and queens and queens are nothing cuz they all queers
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They wet behind they ears, demons is they fears
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So they go and join their forces, make them wear that women gear
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I¡¯ve got guns out to here, goons out to there
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Brown¡¯s where the pounds fuck up the atmosphere (boom!)
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Body parts everywhere (boom!)
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Oh God it¡¯s just no fair (boom!)
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Sound buey beware (boom!)
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We about metal, we¡¯re fair (boom!)
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Put your guns in the air (boom!)
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You know we just don¡¯t care (boom!)
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Saw a dragon on the concrete
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Spot flyin like the Baccardo Spiff with the whacko and the wheemie
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Modern day cheech but my van dan a camel
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Pistol whippin bitches so you know your man handle
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Saving ammo, Hulk smash
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Bruce Banner breaking shackles, DNA samples in my spackle
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Going Jeckyll
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All these fuckin tough guy looks
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You¡¯s a tough guy? Look
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Oh you top of the line my brother shit
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Where¡¯s your check book nigga? Keddle with the metal
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Bunch of shipyard iron, I¡¯m ghetto with the metal
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Heads I sever, from the neck up like I¡¯m never them
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I guess I gotta be kiddin so I went ahead and behead him
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Shouts are heavy for some inspiration
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I¡¯m California cakin, medicatin, meditatin
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Cause I¡¯m paper chasin my pride, my mind¡¯s racin¡¯
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These niggas actin shitty and they rollin sticky in that weed, that¡¯s for the semis now
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Guns everywhere
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What the fuck yall? I¡¯m supposed to go back nigga?
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That¡¯s fucked up nigga
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Boom
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Bishop Lamont |