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Woo
yeah, ay
Woo
Forgive me
Heavenly Father-ha
Ah (ay)
Yeah
Trap (Ay), Trap, Trap,
Ay (Ay)

Follow my commandments
You really see the way that I handle it
You gon' be the fuck
Or you get fucked up
Its or be killed,
Get or get fucked up, nigga
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 hit it one time
Follow my, Ghetto
Follow my, Ghetto

[T-Pain's
Nigga, of all (all)
I'm the and last (last)
You just the to fall (fall)
I'm just the to blast (Blaw)
If you wanna us all, (all)
imma' have to curse yo ass
And you in the park,
Underneath a bunch of dirt and (yeah)
I'm the me, (me)
But I'm the of us (bust)
And you the victim, (victim)
my thirst for blood (Ugh)
Trust me homie, you don't want to go to work us (us)
I'll you hook to ashes, (ash)
And your verse to dust (dust)
Tell me what's the difference between and lust, (lust)
I love the love, (love)
But I'm in love lust (lust)
Walk up to your bitch and tell her that I love to come up when those devils come (is)
leave dat crack in the crack of her (yeah)
Make her lay down in a back of a back of a (truck)
And when she up like a squirrel,
She asking for nuts (brr)
24s on my I'm just askin' for putt (fore)
So when you come to my trap you're asking for us

[Mack Verse:]
They say thou not talk, (talk)
Thou not speak, (speak)
Thou bow in the presences of a G (g)
I spray mace in a bad eye
his shit all puffy so,
Thou not see (see)
Thou not smile
Thou shall never his teeth
I hate thou, art thou, thou shall (peat)
shall not (Thou shall not)
Bitch I don't talk,
Shoot you in your ass and stab feet,
Now how you gon'
I'm sick in the head, I in the bed
Hop up out the ocean, and I leave the red
So much blood on the set, the hollerin' out 'soo-woo'
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, you know I that voo-doo
iPod blastin', 2pac hit em up
down, spit em up
bag, get em up
Call the chef tonight, having sinners for dinner
Aint no wireless in the hood, so I talking about twitter
I say,

[Snoop Verse:]
The run around, the rap (Rap around)
You talk, you walk, me im shackled down (sh-sh)
See me and the pigs, we dont around (uh-uh)
That snitching in the hood, lemme' that down (break it down)
do theirs, we do ours, understand me?
I'm blue'd up, crippin my family
And we dont give a fuck the,
POs, the COs, cause we
That we goes, that we
We do time then (rol)
Now im back on the block gettin' mad
Stacking the cold cockin' it
Back in the lot fort it and you know that I'm co-rockin it
Shoebox of money with a sock in it
And we celebrate in the ghetto by it
No champagne or
guns n' pistols (tols)
Blaw, shit
Like Game over (over)
See in my we crip, or dip, so
me [x4]
On gangsta shit, Biotch