This is for you fags, when you ride
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Don't approach me
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This is for you fucks, when you die
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Don't approach me
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Go on, run your mouth, where you hide
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Don't approach me
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You're lookin' like a bitch
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You're a coward,
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You ain't shit!
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You feel the fuckin' flame in my heart, yep, yep
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Knock 'em bellies, got me evil, so evil
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So weak, but so strong
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A lady named Sigh's got my secrets, my spirit
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And you gonna have to kill her to defeat me
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Yeah, give me one, give me two, three, four, five shots
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When I'm rollin' in the Benz with The Truth, pop, pop!
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A shotgun in the back, yeah it's loaded, yeah it's cocked
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Hollywood! Throw your hands up! Where you at!
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I ain't got no fuckin' ice on my fingers,
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Just ten broken bones on your throat so you ain't breathin'
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Yeah, you know where I live, you're a bitch, you got shit
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Take your best shot, on the west side, I got nine lives!
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Try to see through my eyes, no you can't, nope
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Watch my pearly whites shine, while I laugh
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You better catch me in the club fallin' down
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Don't need a knife to take you one life!
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This is for you fags, when you ride
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Don't approach me
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This is for you fucks, when you die
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Don't approach me
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Go on, run your mouth, where you hide
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Don't approach me
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You're lookin' like a bitch
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You're a coward,
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You ain't shit!
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This is for you fags, when you ride
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Don't approach me
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This is for you fucks, when you die
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Don't approach me
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Go on, run your mouth, where you hide
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Don't approach me
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You're lookin' like a bitch
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You're a coward,
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You ain't shit!
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Just remember, I ain't stoppin' for nothin'
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Made it for nothin', do somethin'
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Feel the bass pop, when it's thumpin
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I see you hidin' and runnin'
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You know it's
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Judgment Day, keep on runnin'
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You hear my shit when it's bumpin'
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And pray to God I ain't comin'
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I bleed a little bit of me when I speak
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I'm speakin' to my enemies
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Ain't no heroes in this life of mine
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Ain't no fuckin' wrong!
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That be rainin' how I feel inside
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You gonna fuckin' hear me when I speak, and when I'm heated
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Heated like a nine milimeter!
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There ain't no fuckin' pictures here left to paint, homie!
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Except for the portrait of Mrs. Blow Me!
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I can joke, if you wanna joke, we can go!
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Till the throat, till you're bleedin' on your hardwood flo!
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No matter the place, no matter the time, no matter the race
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I'm leadin', you hatin' me, 'cause there ain't no changin' me
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I'm the whitest of the white, the rawest of the raw
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I'm laughin' on the inside screamin' 'Fuck you all!'
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Better come and change my shit, bitch!
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So twenty-three attorney generals can suck my dick!
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While I'm sittin' in the back of a black and white vick,
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Chained up, and I still don't give a shit!
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This is for you fags, when you ride
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Don't approach me
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This is for you fucks, when you die
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Don't approach me
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Go on, run your mouth, where you hide
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Don't approach me
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You're lookin' like a bitch
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You're a coward,
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You ain't shit!
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This is for you fags, when you ride
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Don't approach me
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This is for you fucks, when you die
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Don't approach me
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Go on, run your mouth, where you hide
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Don't approach me
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You're lookin' like a bitch
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You're a coward,
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You ain't shit!
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Don't Approach Me
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Deuce |