Key: B major
Verse 1
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Chorus
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Destruction terror
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and mayhem
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Pass me a.....
Verse 2
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(Koopsta Knicca)
Look in the eyes of this
muthafuckin' wise guy
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I got the nine on my side
But let me tell you why
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Inside the blackness of the skies
Lie the fuckein' robbers
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Can I call it off you got the dope
You got this coke right on ya
How could you speed with the
street sweeper to yo chest
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We had to spread
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Aw yeah but guess what
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Em
happened next
Me and my six niggas
had to rip them temples in
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I didn't want to kill 'em
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But I filled 'em I ain't bullshittin'
(DJ Paul) Bitches when we see ya
we gonna get'cha
Verse 3
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We cockin'
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45's to yo tem ple
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Let the bullet hit'cha
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We ain't gonna stop
Mark my word
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Ain't no shootin' in there ever
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Enemies ain't birds
All this medicine done made
me crazy
I'm starting to lace it
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I should've stopped a long time ago
But I was lazy
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You sissy son of a bitch
You need to turn yo self in
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We want'cha bad in the south
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The quicker you pay
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The quicker the payment be
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Verse 4
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Chorus
(Juicy "J")
It's about 1'oclock AM in my hood
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In my set 4 deep in the steamer
Gettin' high
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'Bout to we me a
motherfucka up
Aftermath when I blast
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Leave a motherfucka bucked
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Layin' down in the grass
Niggas acting like they hard
Pullin' cards
But they fake
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Niggas claiming that they bad
Looking mad for they trait
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Talk down on a playa
But they smile in yo face
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We gonna ride on you fools
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Get away without no case
Verse 5
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(Gangsta Boo) Hoes
killing me softly
Trying to put me to the test
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Give me a fuckin' reason
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just to snap yo neck
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I be the one with flow
that's hurting all you hoes
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Late night
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Creeping bitch at your boyfriends door
Never be out to playa hate
Strictly out for my riches
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I ain't got time for this shit
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Cause it's money over bitches
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Bustas be telling me to leave
Niggas stay out of mine
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Who gives a damn what you think
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Bitch I'm prophet for life
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Verse 6
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Chorus
(Lord Infamous)
Never take her for the reasons
of a killa
Six dimensions
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Let the ammunition take you through
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The darkness of the solar system
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Malice murderers of many men
Multiply incisions
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They certain their vision
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Get them percision and death permission
Best believe
I keep them over seventeen
Up in any magazine
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Cuaght the wicked packed
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That fool is jacked and catch
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a casuality
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Having the capacity
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To try to pull a strap on me
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But Infamous is coming with
the motherfuckin' stack of the
Teflon plated served peala'
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I do not recommend fucking
with Scarcrow
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Em
Nigga got you making tons of enemies
Triple that much in artillery
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Showing no love for not anything
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Popping yo head to the butcher swing
Polish the blade on the guillotine
Put that bitch out his misery
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Fuck a hoe out the galaxy
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Infamous with a fatality
There's no way you can imagine
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Bodies stacked up on the battle scene
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Living pyschopatheticly
Scarecrow terror Tennessee
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Outro 1
Chorus
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Fm
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