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X Cops Tune Up Time

tycoon up before high noon Followed by the spot, zoom lens, ghetto peepers singin my tune They say I'ma die soon, livin without time, sketchin my outline

put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant Put up your hands youknowhatI'msayin'? I'ma start this shit off like this, this time

for fuckin wit me listen in the streets it's a respect thang can't tell the tune left ya non-Taxin mostly caine brought up got sold on my block most

to hell and stick it Put me on a kick butt - line up, times up This government needs a tune up I don't know what's happenin' - what's up Gun in my

the rebel crazy bodies and tumbstones Straight to the devil nigga light in ya bed's right Because ya tune from me let miss due Strictly nigga Death Becomes You [Hook x

stunting on them 24's and up/ and now my neck is frozen up i got that throw up in my cup/ about six o's up in my truck/ so when the cops pass i act/ natural

hood but no signs say out Mental slave house where gats go off, I show off Niggas up north, prison-ology talk, till they time cut off You should chill

rep niggaz stay mashin, big up my thugs on ? Forever gat snatchin everytime we see the cops passin Your team is has-beens, gaspin from the ass slashin The repz baby, time

just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant Put up your hands youknowhatI'msayin'? I'ma start this shit off like this, this time