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gotta buck 'em on down, if they come talkin' like, "give me back me money." thuggin' with me Killas, need us a liter of liquor, but niggas ain't got shit, but a sawed-off pump, chrome. swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks, but really me Servin' 'em dummies, see. got to go purchase a dime, put in the state, Nigga double the crime, smokin' the reefer to ease my mind. bitch, if you're steppin', We're buckin' them guts. got a nigga callin', though, for the Pump, now leatherface, sin runnin', thuggin' and cuttin', lil' mo! hart quick to pull it, ain't nothin'. "sin, gimme that mossberg swerve." off into my pad, 'cause i gotta get my mask and shells to Put in this twelve-gauge sawed-off, get 'em mauled off, nigga, y'all lost. me feelin' that urge to Splurge, but i'm broke as f***.

Krayzie: Little kray roll on over to the dark spot, to the dome with a shot of burb, now me go back to the curb. we start 'em off little, we Give 'em a bottle and a pen and pad. there's a thug born everyday in the ghetto. we all suited, beg my pardon to martin, Baby, we ain't marchin', we shootin', and daily recrutin'. test me now, contend, never no surrender, no pretend, pick up my gun In my hand, one of my trusty friend, friends. bless the child, the one that became a man, but them Positions' already there, all that i had to do was stare. we mean mug, mo thug, trained to be perfect disciples when it's Survival time, die by double-edged sword, triple six rivals spittin' fire, that's the real truth, bitch, breakin' down for lives, my Messiah, better get ready for armageddon, shoots expired, it's wild. you willing to Die? we'll see how many flee when i 'cause the scene. make it deep, deep in my temple, and i go get sentimentally steamed with my instrumelody and Heated especially for your team and the forty-five indeed will beam in between the seams, destroy your dreams. woke in the morning, with hen and caffiene and green and nicotine. who's the killa: me or you? Puff daddy: We forgive you, for you know not what you do. know the bitch, before you caught yourself lovin' it.

i'm a tell you like a nigga told me, cash rules everything 'round me. what you wanna do: fight or run? seems to me that you'll take b, bone and B.i.g., nigga, die slowly. spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your click, Squeeze your clip, hit the right one. Fuck the luck, shit, strictly aim, no aspirations to quit the game. muthafucka, better duck quick, 'cause me and my dogs love to buck shit. then a blue light, Niggas move like mike, shit, not to be fuc*** with. look at All the bullshit i've been through: so-called beef with you-know-who, fuc*** a few female stars or two. nigga, you'd shoot, too, if you knew what this game would do to you.

so much smoke, need oxygen, steadily countin' them Benjamins. we just Sittin' here tryin' to win, try not to sin, high off weed and lots of gin. it's strange to us, y'all niggas be scramblin', gamblin' up in restaurants with mandolins and violins. label us notorious thug-ass niggas That love to bust. Notorius b.i.g.: Armed and dangerous: ain't too many can bang with us. This is a lake of fire, but i can't even hold on.