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[DJ Paul]

I cruise to my chevy shakin' these late nights
And soon a killah will thank me will come out again to take another life
I'm tired of hidin' form the 5-0 cause these fools scope me nightly

I'm changin' my identity and playin' more roles than that ^!$$%h spike lee
This %#@! ain't fake i gotta break
And get the $#&@ back on this murder case

For chill this %#@! is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when it's real
Them cops can't roll to Triple Six so no lord can save'em
I try to least stay after but now i ask for another favor

One of my homies died, two of my ^!$$%h's in the J.C
But now I ask of you first power bring them back to me
We ran a job off top, we had to pop some cops

But still some fools house made us lead us to his stash pizzot
Skeemask over my skull, peppers in my mouth cause I'm grilled
(*##$ cause [?] glock nine with no love, killah's from the south gotta peel

Caps that will make your shells fall, but I will be the only one still leg
locked
Employed cause job to me, you need to lay down you ^!$$%h's, you (*##$es

You snitches, smoke swishers and plan my sweet robberies.

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[Juicy J]
This %#@! is on, I'm scopin' out this fool that I don't like

Who $#&@ed me out some money
(What how I squash this %#@!)
Wait till the night

I'm gonna touch him with a gauge, gotta touch with a gauge
^!$$%h think he $#&@ed me gonna get his $$# sprayed
First I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, ^!$$%h better give me some

Or O'll make your body numb (*##$
I thought you knew it was on when you pulled that %#@!
Flodgin' $$# ^!$$%h prepare for the triggah with no $#&@in' heart

You gonna meet this sick killah don't step
Better watch your self, better watch your self,
Watch out for the ^!$$%h's you trust or take your last breath

When I put this tone up in your face it's gonna be a case with out no trace
The robber had a mask on tryin' to get his blast on
No evidence cause this %#@! will be erased

We're in Pauls chevy deep, with visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back

Another sweet robbery another mother $#&@in' jack
[talking]


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[Koopsta Knicca]

The terrors in the air-yair hopin that I find your soul hoe straight buddah
smoke
We robbin' hoe, cause a ^!$$%h know leavin' them [?] sorrow

Thats why I'll never know the secrets of the many double quickly
You'll be givin up dead lay dead, get a ton of burn in the air
By the Koopsta ^!$$%h don't [..?..]

I'll take you for a ride, take you to the evil side
(*##$es would rather see you dead than alive
Misery burn out of cry, for one day [?] misery cried

Cops caught the witness on me and my ^!$$%h [?] on many of hoes
So you triziks can witness the Triple Six kill up them sons like robbery pro's
Kurt rolled the windows solo we can get outta here

Paul caught two (*##$es in the den, commiting like ruff up in ten
Ten corpses dead with torches to the night into they brain
[...?...] gonna work so we buried them (*##$es on another day

No heaven sin, no evidence man you can't $#&@ with this
$#&@ you ^!$$%h's who don't wanna give Paul your chevy you gonna be a dead (*##$
You hear him, a heavy body droppin' in a ditch

They say I'm crazy though I'm really just a lunatic

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