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I'm a professional...

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You must be blind and
To that you can test
Originoo gunn 2 to yo chest
(pumm! pumm!)
May the buddha bless you where rest you
Underground, you hear the sound
Bucktown!
Home where we
Pack mad
So niggas watch dome-piece
Or you just might just 2 shots to your motherfuckin head
bwoy gwan dead

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

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[louieville
Well the louieville sluggah motherfucka
outta bucktown!
Word to mother, shit is fuckin' with this crowd
Times is hard, niggas do a bodyguard
To block the scars, bootcamp always stand in charge
I brings the beef to the of them bigger niggas
All them bigger scared to death of all us little niggas
And smif(smif) to the wessun(wessun) got our
So nigga grab ya gat, 'cause you catch a head clap
the nigga face up and down, take the smile off ya face
Or 2 strays straight to ya face
You punk pussy, you's a
play your ass like a hot day of hookie, so push me
I'll ya face, put a boot in the place of ya front tooth
The you shoulda let loose
(chorus)

Ayo, go get boys
Tell 'em bring the if ya want want it
(fuck dem niggas!)
Try and run up on this that stay blunted
That nigga rock livin' ill
I will kill at
And fill you up from yo gut to yo
(tell em sam, em sam)
Nah, man that be my
I slam for glocks
And buck shots all your block
I believe there really be non-believers
Who wanna see the rock give 'em growing pains like seaver
(nah mean)
Mr. inflicksta will jack ya, rollin with the originoo gunn
So act up, we
(what!)
Boot camp's thick in this
Guard ya melon or catch a swellin from some old stiff

Niggas get crushed into dust, can feel the wrath plus
around and get that ass bust
Standin in the back ya and ya frightened
Fuckin with the ya face the thunder and the lightnin
Awesome, tossin' like steve austin
get baked like beans that's straight from boston
And my glocks shit hot, cops get
More nervous than on the box
And every now and then a sucka trys to
Heltah skeltah plays the front, gunn clappaz in the
So act, like you the mac to ya grill
Embrace my face kill or be killed
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