[Hook: Juicy J]
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I keep a lot of heat, like Pat Riley
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Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly
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I ain't joking nigga, my name ain't Rickey Smiley
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Fall up in the club, and we start wilding
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I keep a lot of heat, like Pat Riley
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Got them tools for your body parts, like O'Reilly
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I ain't joking nigga, my name ain't Rickey Smiley
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Fall up in the club, and we start wilding
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[Verse 1: Juicy J]
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These niggas out here snitching, they with the Rat Pack
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Hit 'em with the chopper that's the rat trap
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Find 'em in a trash bag off the interstate
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House full of gangster niggas never renovate
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You snitching you deserve to die, bloody murder
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Hating on another nigga cause his trap twerking
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Oh you mad cause he fucked your bitch, boy you a ho
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What the fuck do you expect, a ho gone be a ho
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And your ho is a pro, fuck every nigga she know
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You love her dirty drawers so you can't let her go
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You out here chasing pussy, you should be chasing commas
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I'll cut your fingers off, and mail them to your momma
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Juicy J]
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Banana clip is guaranteed to knock you down
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Niggas talking loud, 'till I come around
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(Pussies, what they talking 'bout)... not a sound
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Thought he was living life, 'till he met the ground
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AK-47, that's my gun walk
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I don't run my mouth, I let the gun talk
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I'm in love with this Nina can't you see it ho
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She got a body on her so I had to let her go
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I'm bout to start a riot
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I'm on a money diet
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I'm from the Mafia ho, so I wouldn't try it
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He was screaming, crying
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So I didn't buy it
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Let the pistol sing to the nigga, like Mariah
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[Hook]
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Riley
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Juicy J |