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Oh no! The out I'ma 'bout to punch yo, out Get the fuck back, guard ya somethin' wrong, we can't stay still I've been and bustin' two And I been of bustin' you Upside ya forehead And if your friends jump in, "Oh girl", they'll be mo' Causin' confusion, The Peace not an illusion, we running the streets So bye-bye to all you groupies and diggers Is there a bumper on ass? No nigga! I'm doin' a hundred on the So if you do the limit, get the FUCK outta my way I'm D.U.I., hardly caught sober And you about to get ran the FUCK
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Here I come, I go Uh oh! jump bitch, move You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin' Start that show, I'm comin' through Hit the stage and knock the curtains I fuck the crowd up, what I do Young and successful, a sex The bitches me to fuck, true true Hold up up, shorty "Oh whats up, get my dick sucked, are you doin'?" linin' my fuckin' business Tryin' to get my baby child support Give me truck and take that rental back Who bought fuckin' T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that? No, I ain't bitter, I don't a fuck But I'ma tell you like bitch You better not walk in front of my bus
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Too bad I'm on the track Beef, got the mack Hit the trunk, grab the pump pump, I'll be right We buyin' bars out, scars out We heard there's hoes out, so we the cars out Grab the pills we popping tonight, the shit outta security for stoppin' tha fight I got a fifth of the remy, the Belve and 'cris I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggas We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up I'm from the D.E.C., tryin' to D.T.P. And watch the bottles flyin' from the V.I.P. Fuck rap shit, we clap bitch, two in your body Grab ya four, a fight dog, ruin the party So bitch, get out the way hoe All you faggot motherfuckers way for 2-0 So
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