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I'm a
I'm a
I'm a professional...

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

Time for some
in yo mouth satisfaction
I pull it out you breathe again like toni
I'm askin niggas, but I'm niggas
Yo we pass dem niggas, so the ruck just at niggas
My mind ills off rhyme and nine mills
So I'll drill styles that the mine filled
Blunts get and chumps get choked
When they try to quote the notes that b-i-g ruck
So ah make way for the blaster
Who blast past bastards, 'cause my mastered,uh

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[louieville
Well it's the louieville motherfucka
Straight bucktown!
Word to mother, shit is real fuckin' with crowd
is hard, niggas do need a bodyguard
To block the body scars, bootcamp always in charge
I brings the beef to the 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 grab ya gat, 'cause you could catch a head clap
the nigga face up and down, take the smile off ya face
Or catch 2 straight to ya face
You punk pussy, you's a
I'ma play your ass a hot day of hookie, so push me
I'll stomp ya face, put a boot in the of ya front tooth
The truth you shoulda let
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Ayo, go get your
Tell 'em bring the noise if ya want it
(fuck dem niggas!)
Try and run up on this that stay blunted
That rock still livin' ill
I will kill at
And fill you up from yo gut to yo
(tell em sam, em sam)
Nah, man be my grandpops
I slam cops for
And buck shots all over block
I can't believe there be non-believers
Who see the rock give 'em growing pains like mike seaver
(nah mean)
Mr. inflicksta will jack ya, rollin with the originoo clappaz
So act up, we
(what!)
camp's thick in this bitch
Guard ya melon or catch a from some old stiff shit

Niggas get crushed into dust, they can feel the plus
around and get that ass bust
Standin in the back ya wondered and ya
Fuckin the starang ya face the thunder and the lightnin
Awesome, tossin' niggas like austin
Niggas get baked beans that's straight from boston
And my glocks make shit hot, get
More than thursdays on the box
And now and then a sucka trys to attack
Heltah plays the front, gunn clappaz in the back
So act, you want the mac to ya grill
Embrace my face it's or be killed
(chorus)
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It's the heltah gunn clappaz
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