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Woo
yeah, ay
Woo
me father
Dear Father-ha
Ah (ay)
Yeah
(Ay), Trap, Trap, Trap
Ay (Ay)

Follow my commandments
You gon' see the way that I handle it
You gon' be the fuck
Or you get fucked up
Its or be killed,
Get buck or get up, nigga
hit it one more time
Follow my, Ghetto
Follow my, Commandments

[T-Pain's
Nigga, of all (all)
I'm the and last (last)
You the first to fall (fall)
I'm just the first to (Blaw)
If you wanna us all, (all)
Then imma' have to 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 thirst for (Ugh)
Trust me homie, you don't want to go to work us (us)
I'll turn you to ashes, (ash)
And turn your verse to (dust)
Tell me what's the between love and lust, (lust)
I love the love, (love)
But I'm in with lust (lust)
Walk up to your bitch and tell her I would love to come up when those devils come (is)
leave dat in the crack of her butt (yeah)
Make her lay down in a of a back of a truck (truck)
And she come 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 just for us

[Mack Verse:]
say thou shall not talk, (talk)
Thou not speak, (speak)
Thou bow in the presences of a G (g)
I mace in a bad boy's eye
Leave his all puffy so,
Thou not see (see)
Thou not smile
Thou shall show his teeth
I hate thou, art thou, thou shall (peat)
Thou not (Thou shall not)
I said don't talk,
Shoot you in your ass and stab feet,
Now how you walk?
I'm sick in the head, I in the bed
Hop up out the ocean, and I leave the red
So blood on the set, the cops hollerin' out 'soo-woo'
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, you I know that voo-doo
blastin', 2pac yeah hit em up
Chow down, em up
bag, get em up
Call the tonight, were having sinners for dinner
Aint no wireless in the hood, so I aint about twitter
I say,

[Snoop Dogg's
The run around, the rap (Rap around)
You talk, then you walk, me im down (sh-sh)
See me and the pigs, we dont around (uh-uh)
That snitching in the hood, break that down (break it down)
They do theirs, we do ours, me?
I'm blue'd up, crippin with my
And we dont give a about the,
POs, the COs, we knows
That we goes, we goes
We do time then (rol)
Now im on the block gettin' mad shit
the block cold cockin' it
Back in the lot fort locking it and you know that I'm it
Shoebox full of with a sock in it
And we celebrate in the by popping it
No champagne or
Machine guns n' (tols)
Blaw, hood
Like that? Game (over)
See in my we crip, or dip, so
me [x4]
On some shit, Biotch