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

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You must be and deaf
To think you can test
Originoo gunn clappz 2 to yo
(pumm! pumm!)
May the buddha you where they rest you
Underground, where you hear the
Bucktown!
where we roam
Pack mad
So niggas your dome-piece
Or you just might catch 2 shots to your motherfuckin head
Batty bwoy dead

Time for some
in yo mouth satisfaction
I pull it out you breathe again toni braxton
I'm niggas, but I'm blastin niggas
Yo we pass dem niggas, so the ruck just laugh at
My mind off rhyme skills and nine mills
So I'll styles that keep 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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Well it's the louieville motherfucka
Straight bucktown!
Word to mother, shit is real fuckin' with crowd
Times is hard, niggas do a bodyguard
To block the body scars, bootcamp stand in charge
I the beef 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 grab ya gat, 'cause you could catch a head clap
Slap the nigga face up and down, take the off ya face
Or catch 2 strays to ya face
You pussy, you's a rookie
I'ma play ass like 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 let loose
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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 nigga that stay blunted
That nigga rock livin' ill
I will kill at
And you up from yo gut to yo grill
(tell em sam, em sam)
Nah, man be my grandpops
I slam for glocks
And buck all over 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 ya, rollin with the originoo gunn clappaz
So act up, we
(what!)
Boot camp's thick in this
ya melon or catch a swellin from some old stiff shit

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