[Intro - Gangsta Boo]
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Yeah, y'all know what time it is nigga
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I'm bringin' a lot of shit today
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I'm bringin M-Child
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I'm bringin' two for ya
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I'm also bringin' the pain nigga
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'Cause when I come, I'm comin' for you
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So you better ask some-mothafuckin-body
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For the 9-8, until 2 G's nigga
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I'm takin' over
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You understand this type of shit
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Three 6 Mafia, Hypnotize, Prophet Posse
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Fuck you bitch!
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(M-Child)
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1 - When we high off that green and gin
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Ain't no tellin what we'll do
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You got some ani' with the crew?
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(Fuck you! Fuck You!)
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With that heat we be bussin
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Conversation no discussion
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Hollow points they comin straight at you!
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(Fuck You! Fuck You!)
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Repeat 1
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[Gangsta Boo]
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Bustin' bitches daily, maybe it's the herb in me
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I wanna see what you hidden for, shake 'em and see
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Time to steal, time to kill, time to get real, and wassup
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I'm just a beefin' in the club, tear that fuckin' bitch up
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I'm in the corner 'round some smoke, smokin' fine ass weed
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Freakin' like Vanessa Del Rio, won't you take you a peak
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MOB, it was me, bringin' shit to the door
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I be the lady unabomber, bombin' bitches and mo'
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So time to go toe to toe, with a bitch that be rockin'
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Ain't nothin' stoppin' Prophet Posse 'til your body be droppin'
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You fuckin' bitch, spittin' rhythms in your rhyme like a joke
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I'm gonna tote you like a 90 when I'm pullin' that dope
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I know you're hopin' that I'll fall to my face, but I ain't
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My shoes are stuck to the ground when I walk out on bank
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Another fuckin' LP dropped like it's some rice
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We be straight like 9:15, bitch, FUCK your spot
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Nigga!
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Repeat 1
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Repeat 1
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(M-Child)
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Let cha let cha mind explode
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With these lyrics I control
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Just a peak to let you see
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how M-Child do it in Flip Mode
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Now I'm baddest on a level
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Find a new way to be paid
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Ain't gon' burn or slice or beat 'em down
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With bats and Prophet dank
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Yellin' thangs, I'm comin' up
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And niggas want your life to live
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Pack that steel if you real
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But you better shoot to kill
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All that flossin' ain't gon' do
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Bring a gun without the clip
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And for the rest of your life
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You'll be walkin' around with a half-ass limp
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Read my lips, don't FUCK with us
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Because we dangerous
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And when we on that good stuff
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Like a junkie, we be anxious
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to get up in yo shit
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And take your life with all quickness
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A Orange Mound playa that be strictly bout his business
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Watch out, nigga
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Don't give a fuck, nigga
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Walk on top of water
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We some mean ass niggas
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Prophet 'til I fry
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So fuck with me, you can't avoid
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Plus the first time you slip
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You goin bungee jumpin without the cord, BITCH!!!
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Repeat 1
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Repeat 1
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(Koopsta Knicca)
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Coulda been a friend, seemed to busy pimpin'
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Gettin' upon the skin
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I had no team, 34 Hancock
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Puttin' them cuts upon these men
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Again it's on, don't be phony
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Tellin' these hoes that I love 'em
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You think you're tough fool
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Look at your ?, hey, they groupies
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Nigga, don't give a fuck
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Wanna know 'bout better things
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That fool is gonna be ?
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Raisin' doja, what I saw is me
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I best get the motha-fucka off
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B-b-ba-da-boom, pa-ta-pa-ta-pow
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Loadin' got me goin' down
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Swear I'm trippin'
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'Fore I come up, just-a left a fuckin' cal
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On the ground with the 40
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Hell, and me criticizing', no
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Ho, I never sold no dope
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Oh shit, then shoot me cuz I'm ?
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Some of them charges, said the sergeant
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"You been wanted for the longest, on the street, they call you Creep"
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Nah, nigga, my name is ??
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Well, if you're wanted
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Then I'm gonna give you something to collect
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Man, you can take that mothafuckin' gat
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And stick that heat up your ass
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Nine in my ?, got the 5 ???
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3 with the tag around my throat, gotta let me go
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Repeat 1
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Repeat 1
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[Prophet Posse]
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2 - Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey...
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Fuck you, fuck you
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Repeat 2 to fade
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Fuck You
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Gangsta Boo |