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

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

Time for action
Dick in yo mouth
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 rhyme skills and mills
So I'll drill styles keep the mine filled
Blunts get smoked and chumps get
When they try to quote the notes that ruck wrote
So ah make way for the blaster
Who blast bastards, 'cause my shit's mastered,uh

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Well it's the louieville 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 always 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 nigga grab ya gat, 'cause you catch a head clap
Slap the nigga face up and down, take the smile off ya
Or catch 2 strays straight to ya
You punk pussy, you's a
play your ass like a hot day of hookie, so push me
I'll stomp ya face, put a boot in the place of ya front
The truth you let loose
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Ayo, go get your
Tell 'em bring the if ya want want it
(fuck dem niggas!)
Try and run up on this nigga that stay
That rock 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 shots all over your
I can't believe there really be
Who wanna see the rock give 'em pains like mike seaver
(nah mean)
Mr. inflicksta will ya, rollin with the originoo gunn clappaz
So act up, we
(what!)
Boot thick in this bitch
Guard ya melon or a swellin from some old stiff shit

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