Nutty nigga Shoestring havin' problems
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Doctors on my dick, but none of them hoes can help me solve 'em
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I used to be on corners with niggas pushin' dope sacks
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Now I'm in the bathroom finding my nose in the Pereaubian packs
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My brothers on his feet, plus he fronted me an O-Z
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Stuck his ass up, popped him in his chest and took his key
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Prices of the asses of the hoes are my opponent
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I gun you bitches down and now yo' niggas run and want it
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But I'm packin' something fo' you hoes in America
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Demon's in my body and he's tellin' me to bury ya
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Kickin' niggas doors in
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Makin' niggas panic
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Psycho ass get beat with a stick, I'm a schizophrenic
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Is this shit real? Or is a nigga dreamin'?
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When I fall asleep I find myself fighting a demon
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I said
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Is this shit real? Or is a nigga dreamin'?
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When I fall asleep I find myself fightin a demon
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So!
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Heres a little story how it goes
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Razor blade and mirror
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Hit the flake and then I'm froze
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So yo, I got that beef and I'm a gangsta' so come get you some
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I hit the Pereaubian flake and now my nose in numb
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Here comes some punks
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They took my blow, thats when I popped them hoes
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Cut off they nose, and took a shit
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And play games with they toes
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You piss me off, I know my shit and scream assassination
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Now my prescriptions feelin fair, I keep my medication
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Walked in the health department and said, this is a fuckin' raid!
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Blue Cross please POW! (gun shot) Bitch that is my medicade
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See I'm a psychopath, annoyed is how this niggas feelin'
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I popped the doctor, took his keys, and grabbed his penicillin
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See I'm a addict takin' drugs, that give me quite a thrill
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Diana Ross and lady's sing the blues got me poppin' pills
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But it get worse, the devil got me under a spell
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I'm not a angel I'm a flame comin' straight from hell
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You say I'm not real hittin' up, now how the fuck do you figga?
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Now, you don't understand, I'm too deadly to be took out nigga
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Sittin' up in my crib feelin' bored
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Can't go outside and increase my loot
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'Cause it's a motherfuckin' thunder storm
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Peoples being killed by the fuckin' tornado
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But I didn't run, I'm sittin there loot is at my table
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Houses bein' swept up!
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Churches bein' crushed in!
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Hearin' babies screams as they chests is bein' mushed in!
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Everybodys dead, and thats the end of the tornado
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Only thing left is Shoestring, his loot and his table
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Lunitic, maniac, plus myhands on the fuckin' trigga
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Heeney you
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Heeney who?
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Heeney Dog is a nutty nigga!
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(CHORUS) 4 times
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Nutty Nutty Niggas
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Nutty Nutty
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Nutty Niggas
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Cocaine and Mescaline
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Robbin' houses on halloween
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I'm a crook with a 44
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Chasing masks, I'm a killin' fiend
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Blood and that ready water makes me fiend for another vic
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So I went to the 50 acres to find me a victim to trick
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Victim was spotted, realizin' the spot was hot
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I bust 3 shots, Left him bleedin' in Meyers parkin' lot
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Cocaine makes my nose numb
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So I wanna jack us some
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Got 2 razor blades
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Stinky pants and my hand gun
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Now on my front doe'
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On a mission to get my blow
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I can oot a key,
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But knowin' me I'ma still want some mo'
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Called up my brother Eric
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Yo T, they said lets win it
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'Cause they knew a soft house
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With some hoe niggas workin' in it
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Since my name's I-R-A
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I thought of the get-away
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We walk through the door
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I shoot the workers, you niggas get the yay
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It was a Saturday night
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The Jack didn't flow right
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I'm mad and were bustin' like balloons in a water fight
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Had to blast 3 hoes
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Blood on my fuckin' clothes
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Nose done froze
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'Cause we got away with four O's
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Now at a house party, they're staring at this fuckin' crook
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My little brotha E said, "Fuck it let them bitches look"
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Casualties of war, "What the fuck you niggas starin' for?"
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We can take this bullshit out the basement through the fuckin' door
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Them hoes was 20 deep
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But still we weren't comin' weak
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Me, E and Young T
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Yo bitches we never sleep
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We came out bustin' and them bitches couldn't fade me
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Yo, what about yo friend?
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They had me thinkin' 'bout T.L.C
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Ira's a killa and sniper
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