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

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

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

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[louieville
Well the louieville sluggah motherfucka
outta bucktown!
Word to mother, shit is real fuckin' this crowd
Times is hard, do need a bodyguard
To block the body scars, bootcamp stand in charge
I brings the beef to the biggest of them bigger
All them niggas 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
Slap the face up and down, take the smile off ya face
Or 2 strays straight to ya face
You pussy, you's a rookie
play your 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 this nigga that blunted
nigga rock still livin' ill
I will kill at
And you up from yo gut to yo grill
(tell em sam, em sam)
Nah, man that be my
I slam for glocks
And buck shots all over your
I believe there really be non-believers
Who see the rock give 'em growing pains like mike seaver
(nah mean)
Mr. inflicksta will jack ya, rollin with the gunn clappaz
So act up, we
(what!)
Boot camp's in this bitch
Guard ya melon or catch a swellin from old stiff shit

Niggas get into dust, they can feel the wrath plus
around and get that ass bust
Standin in the ya wondered and ya frightened
Fuckin with the starang ya face the thunder and the
Awesome, tossin' niggas steve austin
Niggas get baked like beans that's from boston
And my glocks make shit hot, get
More nervous thursdays on the box
And every now and then a trys to attack
skeltah plays the front, gunn clappaz in the back
So act, like you want the mac to ya
my face it's kill or be killed
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