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[Jimi Hendrix]
"Hey Joe, now where you goin with that

gun in yo' hand?"

Yeah, yeahhh, AOWWWW! Yeah

Just when you thought it was, s-s-s-s-safe
I ran up in the crib and cleared the mother$#&@in safe
Got crates full of bass, got pills, got ones

And everybody knows that, Joey got a gun
I got that ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper, yes I'm a hustler
A to the K with the mother$#&@in muffler

Heed when the God speak, when I squeeze my palm squeak
Drop more shells on your block than Palm Beach
Don't do it, don't do it, %#@! Joey don't do it

I said $#&@ it I'ma push this %#@! back to the future
^!$$%z call me German so I hit 'em with the Ruger
Bullets like Easy Pass, they run right through ya

Got the supersoaker for superjokers to supertorch ya
Stupid is what stupid does, now move it !@&@a
I'ma prove it's over, you ain't got a chance

And I don't even need a gun, I know how to dance

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Yeah, uhh
Joey got a gun, and everybody know

that black kitted car stash box where it go
Fo'-fo' long, told Curtis he could hold that
Run in your hotel room, and take yo' gat

Got old guns for new ^!$$%z, my throwback
And I ain't talkin 'bout music, get your soul clapped
Canons so big, bounce, they exit

Play Superman, $#&@ around, get your S split
42 shots to the chest, where your vest went?
No more passes for ^!$$%z, no exceptions

Got the goons with me and them ^!$$%z kinda desperate
Give a ^!$$% a job like Tony, do reception
Pounding, ran the chain on the man's border

Taliban style, blow his brains on the camcorder
You can hear death in my voice, call it manslaughter
Pistol whip the %#@! out this (*##$, put my hands on her


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