my shirt, don't want to dig the dirt Don't want you to get hurt, can't help it, I'm a flirt Don't want to take your drugs, don't want to be your slug
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of the devil Wit homicidal intentions, I reign terror On any clique or squad you *** you fraud I'ma tickin' time bomb that'll finish the job Lyrical damage, a 1-2
with the devil Never bought the bitch product You ain't gettin' notta Pam won't light, I'm going light it hotta Then a slug from my 4 pound Like sum
battle, then I chase them in a Jason mask It's an amazing task to battle with success I never gave a fuck, now I give a fuck less And in a slug fest
it without words Yo you ain't a thug, I can make you bitch up Pick the fifth up, cock, spit, you would swear it's rainin slugs (what?) I'm the hottest
Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4) [U-God] Blood money mercenaries
Yeah, scandalous Yeah, miraculous the arsonists Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 260 2L, I heard they had O's for sale I heard the same shit, money
, locked in cell blocks, never shell shock Melt the ox in your face, displaced in the penalty box My enemies heart pumps poisonous blood, your choice, the slugs
planted a mic in my chest It's Highteck, I got the fucken feds tracing my steps So what's next? a bomb gold at the back of my neck I'm in the U.S. everyday
the H u been losing the race couldnt keep the pace butta hates just seeling ur fate, talkin wut u at wut u gone do, like u the man, bumpin two bazooka
what I'm sayin? And dat's on da Blocc nigga. However you wanna handle dat shit nigga. [Brotha Lynch] Look up in da sky! It's a muthafuckin slug!/ Some
while the AC blow Before you get in, I just need to know Do you? (Do you? Do you? Do you?) I'll keep it on the low Do you? Do you? [Verse 2] In the
time for some action (Chorus 2x) (Verse 3 - Sole') Sole' hot pussy down for my bitches and shit thug niggas slug niggas for they riches and
I'll burn it then [Trick Daddy Hook:] Trick Daddy Dollars y'all I'm from the muthafuckin city of Caprice's and Impala's I'll holla dawg [Repeat] [Verse 2
who stay shootin Now I'm up in ya spot, ready for the lootin Tell me I'm bug, for sayin I'm a thug In this new millennium i'mma give you a slug It's real
you wanna play rough I ride or die, I ain't bluff, you can page puff (echo) [chorus 2x: blue flame (all)] Yo where my thugs? (right here) T-h-u-g, yo
asked the hoe the time She looked down and broke her crown she bent down Stupid clown I jetted with her purse and I hear some Gangster's whisper found slug
