Dog barking
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Verse 1
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Snitchin bitches put them in ditches
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you regret you missed em
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Stand off his casket, in this basket, that¡¯s his momma kissing
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Old and grey, anotha day, you can boom yo gauge
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Cold as hell, collecting mail, killa this so pay
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Alley cats, and you rats, you be missin soon
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Niggaz whom, wanna face the boom
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Leavin snitches doom, its all on me, you bout 10 ki¡¯s
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Say he seen my bankin
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Ran my school, when I set my rules, didn¡¯t nobody break it
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Niggaz nervous, cuz at yo service im¡¯a bring you murda
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Nigga bankin this bitch is hangin, see I meant to hurt her
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A-V-E F-L-I-N-T when ballers turn to bitches
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Fuckin 2 bitches, be careful who you give yo digits
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Just my message, now can you catch it, can you comprehend
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Facin sin, locked in the pen, you can never win
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runnin free, that shit for me
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Don¡¯t you be no dummy, tell on me
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Its Mr. Greed, Ima take it from him
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Send a hurse, when shit get worse, this gon¡¯ end wit drama
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local nerves glocken on perv's then she kill yo momma
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shed no tears, cut off you ears and have a bar-b-q
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snitch killer, killin on snitches and bustin shots at you
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He be rappin, they bout ta cap um, cant nobody stand him
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Still got half of his homies head that I wanna hand him
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Mutuamega, a heart breaker, snitch soul taker
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Take they brains, still got game
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then take a bitch and break her
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SNITCH KILLER
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**Open up the briefcase, baby its all there.
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You got 80 thousand?
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You got the four birds?
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Fo sho baby, im real too
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You aint got all that moo that¡¯s yo head
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Ahh baby we don¡¯t even get down like that, peeps fo sho tho
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Verse 2
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I keep my puiples , in my peepholes
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Bitch ass niggas, be tryin to creep slo
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Hos be on my dick for the green
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Plus I keep blow
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jake flake coped me a cake, that was my big break
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Aint shit fake about me, you kno im flyin straight
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Straight up, hungry for drama so shit get ate up
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Paranoid as fuck in this bitch and wont put the plate up
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Im cautious money mack murda might make you nauseous
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Boss shit dump on you click and bitch we lawless
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Frost bit, numb yo ass up, cuz we on some raw shit
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Living for the lust of this game, my dope I die wit
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Came up, chokin¡¯ up game, smokin¡¯ a flame up
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Cutting up kokane, my niggaz doin¡¯ the same stuff
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Trigger nigga, clockin to flip dollars to bigga figgas
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Just like madame dame said, all about the skrilla killa
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Heavyweight, dope by the freight, headed to yo state
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Call me Mr. Jayca-fella, hood niggaz call me flake
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The group we in, them snitchin niggaz tried to do me in
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I aint goin to the hole, and wearin them county blues again
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Fuck the judge, I hold a grudge, im a flint thug
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Me and Shoestring, the only thing we know is to go for the blood
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Waved out, my neighborhood aint never played out, same rules still apply
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Them rats they get sprayed out, testify
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Yo next of kin will be the next ta die
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Snitchin FBI spy bet not nobody asked me why
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SNITCH KILLER
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**i allready got he inside Connects on um all i need is the wire
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Man get this guy some taps, whatever he needs to catch this guy
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Wait a minute, Whats in the plan for me?
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20 g¡¯s and the witness protection plan
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Witness protection plan? 20 g's? better go head and set it up
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Verse 3
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Comin thru doors, steel toes, fo-fo¡¯s
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Layin down niggas, and keep yo eyes closed
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We grab them pesos, you plickin yo brango
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Killas in kangols, niggaz get mangled
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(comin thru rushin)
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we hang hoes, wanna tangle for that cash
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blast and mash the gas, droppin like my ashes
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get past this, ho style wicked nigga with fashion
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you see my pashion, is rippin the microphones and outlastin
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ill cast them bitch ass niggaz leave em as has been¡¯s
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closed caskets, mind blowin like head gaskets
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shit¡¯ll get drastic, wrappin niggaz bodies in plastic
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no need for askin, get to bustin on them bastards
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Verse 4
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I was outlawed, brave to the skandalous streets
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I raise hell, cant you tell, just to reach my peak
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Im layed low, sorta like a persian rug
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Cops got my phone tapped cuz they think im slangin drugs
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Mean mugs on these hataz faces, load my gat
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And react, like pistol |