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I was there knock it out put on my boots and get the hell up out of there You know a rapper's rule, in and out before the snare And as far as parting
nigga, then it's fuck you too [Lil' O] Ay yo, I just came to party And I don't really wanna, kill nobody Pulled out the thang, lick shots from the forty And
me and a Six double double six bitch ya bein' Face to face with the forty bitch One (??) a fast comes tryin' to scare to the trigga hoe Forty four
You heard a worker snitchin' on you and it's true Everybody know you sell that shit The feds come and get ya, and they tell you shit, we heard you Tote that tool
cell-phone in the studio Right underneath the disc with the Pro Tools Next to a six-pack of O'Douls and some soul food Yeah and I was on my way home Exit
