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[intro - gangsta
Yeah, y'all know what time it is
I'm bringin' a lot of today
I'm bringin
I'm two for ya
I'm bringin' the pain nigga
'cause when I come, I'm for you
So you better ask
For the 9-8, 2 g's nigga
I'm over
You this type of shit
6 mafia, hypnotize, prophet posse
you bitch!

(m-child)
1 - when we high off that and gin
Ain't no tellin what do
You got ani' with the crew?
(fuck you! you!)
With that we be bussin
no discussion
Hollow points comin straight at you!
(fuck you! you!)

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[gangsta
Bustin' daily, maybe it's the herb in me
I wanna see what you for, shake 'em and see
Time to steal, time to kill, to get real, and wassup
I'm just a beefin' in the club, tear that bitch up
I'm in the corner 'round some smoke, fine ass weed
Freakin' vanessa del rio, won't you take you a peak
Mob, it was me, shit to the door
I be the lady unabomber, bombin' and mo'
So time to go toe to toe, a bitch that be rockin'
Ain't nothin' stoppin' prophet posse your body be droppin'
You fuckin' bitch, spittin' rhythms in your rhyme a joke
I'm gonna tote you like a 90 when I'm pullin' that
I know you're that I'll fall to my face, but I ain't
My are stuck to the ground when I walk out on bank
Another lp dropped like it's some rice
We be straight like 9:15, bitch, fuck your
Nigga!

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(m-child)
Let cha let cha explode
With these lyrics I
Just a to let you see
How m-child do it in flip
Now I'm on a level
a new way to be paid
Ain't gon' or slice or beat 'em down
With and prophet dank
thangs, I'm comin' up
And niggas want your to live
Pack that if you real
But you shoot to kill
All that ain't gon' do
a gun without the clip
And for the rest of your
You'll be around with a half-ass limp
Read my lips, fuck with us
Because we
And when we on good stuff
a junkie, we be anxious
To get up in yo
And your life with all quickness
A orange mound playa that be strictly his business
out, nigga
Don't give a fuck,
Walk on top of
We some ass niggas
Prophet I fry
So fuck with me, you avoid
the first time you slip
You bungee jumpin without the cord, bitch!!!

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(koopsta knicca)
Coulda a friend, seemed to busy pimpin'
Gettin' upon the
I had no team, 34
Puttin' them cuts these men
Again it's on, don't be
Tellin' hoes that I love 'em
You you're tough fool
Look at your ? , hey, groupies
Nigga, don't give a
Wanna know better things
That is gonna be ?
Raisin' doja, I saw is me
I get the motha-fucka off
B-b-ba-da-boom,
Loadin' got me down
Swear I'm
'fore I up, just-a left a fuckin' cal
On the ground the 40
Hell, and me criticizing', no
Ho, I never no dope
Oh shit, shoot me 'cause I'm ?
of them charges, said the sergeant
"you been for the longest, on the street, they call you creep"
Nah, nigga, my is ? ?
Well, if you're
Then I'm gonna you something to collect
Man, you can take that gat
And that heat up your ass
in my ? , got the 5 ? ? ?
3 with the tag around my throat, let me go

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[prophet
2 - hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey...
Fuck you, you

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