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I'm a professional...

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You must be and deaf
To that you can test
Originoo gunn clappz 2 to yo
(pumm! pumm!)
May the bless you where they rest you
Underground, you hear the sound
Bucktown!
Home we roam
mad chrome
So niggas your dome-piece
Or you just might just 2 shots to your motherfuckin head
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 laugh at niggas
My mind ills off rhyme skills and nine
So I'll drill that keep the mine filled
Blunts get smoked and get choked
When they try to quote the that b-i-g ruck wrote
So ah make way for the blaster
Who blast past bastards, my shit's mastered,uh

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[louieville
Well the louieville sluggah motherfucka
outta bucktown!
Word to mother, is real fuckin' with this crowd
Times is hard, niggas do a bodyguard
To block the body scars, bootcamp always in charge
I brings the to the biggest of them bigger niggas
All them bigger niggas scared to death of all us 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 catch 2 strays straight to ya
You pussy, you's a rookie
I'ma play your ass a hot day of hookie, so push me
I'll stomp ya face, put a in the place of ya front tooth
The you shoulda let loose
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Ayo, go get boys
Tell 'em bring the if ya want want it
(fuck dem niggas!)
Try and run up on nigga that stay blunted
That nigga still livin' ill
I kill at will
And you up from yo gut to yo grill
(tell em sam, em sam)
Nah, man be my grandpops
I slam cops for
And buck all over your block
I can't there really be non-believers
Who wanna see the rock 'em growing pains like mike seaver
(nah mean)
Mr. inflicksta will jack ya, with the originoo gunn clappaz
So act up, we
(what!)
Boot camp's thick in bitch
ya melon or catch a swellin from some old stiff shit

Niggas get crushed dust, they can feel the wrath plus
Fuck around and get ass bust
Standin in the back ya wondered and ya
Fuckin with the starang ya face the and the lightnin
Awesome, niggas like steve austin
Niggas get baked like beans that's straight boston
And my glocks make hot, cops get
More nervous thursdays on the box
And every now and then a sucka to attack
Heltah skeltah plays the front, clappaz in the back
So act, like you want the mac to ya
Embrace my face it's or be killed
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