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You must be blind and
To that you can test
Originoo gunn clappz 2 to yo
(pumm! pumm!)
May the buddha bless you they rest you
Underground, you hear the sound
Bucktown!
where we roam
Pack mad
So niggas watch your
Or you just just catch 2 shots to your motherfuckin head
Batty bwoy gwan

Time for action
Dick in yo mouth
I pull it out you breathe again like toni
I'm askin niggas, but I'm blastin
Yo we pass dem niggas, so the just laugh at niggas
My mind ills off rhyme and nine mills
So I'll drill styles that keep the filled
get smoked and chumps get choked
When they try to quote the notes that b-i-g wrote
So ah make way for the master
Who past bastards, 'cause my shit's mastered,uh

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Well it's the louieville sluggah
Straight bucktown!
Word to mother, shit is fuckin' with this crowd
Times is hard, niggas do a bodyguard
To the body scars, bootcamp always stand in charge
I brings the to the biggest of them bigger niggas
All them bigger niggas to death of all us little niggas
And smif(smif) to the wessun(wessun) got our
So nigga grab ya gat, 'cause you could a head clap
Slap the face up and down, take the smile off ya face
Or catch 2 strays to ya face
You pussy, you's a rookie
I'ma play your ass like a hot day of hookie, so me
I'll stomp ya face, put a boot in the place of ya tooth
The you shoulda let loose
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Ayo, go get your
Tell 'em the noise if ya want want it
(fuck dem niggas!)
Try and run up on this nigga stay blunted
That nigga rock still ill
I will at will
And fill you up from yo gut to yo
(tell em sam, em sam)
Nah, man that be my
I cops for glocks
And buck shots all your block
I can't believe really be non-believers
Who wanna see the rock give 'em growing pains like seaver
(nah mean)
Mr. inflicksta will ya, rollin with the originoo gunn clappaz
So act up, we
(what!)
Boot camp's thick in bitch
Guard ya melon or catch a swellin some old stiff shit

Niggas get into dust, they can feel the wrath plus
Fuck around and get ass bust
Standin in the back ya and ya frightened
Fuckin with the starang ya face the and the lightnin
Awesome, niggas like steve austin
Niggas get baked like beans straight from boston
And my make shit hot, cops get
More than thursdays on the box
And now and then a sucka trys to attack
Heltah skeltah plays the front, gunn clappaz in the
So act, you want the mac to ya grill
Embrace my face kill or be killed
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