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Woo
yeah, ay
Woo
Forgive me
Dear Heavenly
Ah (ay)
Yeah
Trap (Ay), Trap, Trap,
Ay (Ay)

Follow my ghetto
You really see the way that I handle it
You gon' be the down
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
my, Ghetto Commandments
Follow my, Commandments

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

[Mack Verse:]
They say thou not talk, (talk)
Thou not speak, (speak)
Thou shall bow in the of a G (g)
I spray mace in a bad eye
his shit all puffy so,
Thou not see (see)
Thou not smile
Thou never show his teeth
I thou, art thou, thou shall repeat (peat)
Thou not (Thou shall not)
I said don't talk,
Shoot you in ass and stab your feet,
Now how you gon'
I'm in the head, I piss in the bed
Hop up out the ocean, and I the fishermen red
So much blood on the set, the hollerin' out 'soo-woo'
I'm from New Orleans, you know I know that voo-doo
iPod blastin', yeah 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, then you walk, me im shackled (sh-sh)
See me and the pigs, we fuck around (uh-uh)
snitching in the hood, lemme' break that down (break it down)
They do theirs, we do ours, me?
I'm blue'd up, crippin my family
And we give a fuck about the,
POs, the COs, we knows
That we goes, that we
We do time parole (rol)
Now im back on the gettin' mad shit
Stacking the block cold it
in the lot fort locking it and you know that I'm co-rockin it
Shoebox full of money with a in it
And we celebrate in the ghetto by it
No champagne or
guns n' pistols (tols)
Blaw, hood
Like Game over (over)
See in my we crip, or dip, so
Follow me
On some shit, Biotch