Tonart: Eb major•
Verse 1
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Play me some of that $uicide
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pimpin' man
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You motherfuckers pitiful,
I'm too sick of you
I'm a walking visual,
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you boys refillable
Unforgivable
Once you cross me, hoe
Now you a motherfucking stain
to Lil Cut Throat (pow!)
Let the gun bang
Nuts hang,
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drug game ain't the same
"Savage," tatted on my face
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Grade A
Blazin' while we hotbox
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fuck a cop even if the 'K hot
Watch me bust on any
block
Northside naughty
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Scope on the shotty
Semi blow ya' body
Tony gripping on the Tommy, bitch
Verse 2
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I bite the head off a bat like I'm Ozzy
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You got a problem motherfucker?
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I'm nothing like what you
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punk boys wanna embody
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Norf, Norf, East Side '59
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Fuck around end up with your body, autopsy
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I be that walking zombie, bath salts
Three choppas and a shotty shooting
everybody
Cigarette wet
Bumping Boosie Badazz
On them drugs, jiggin'
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Jaws locked—clinching
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Trigger finger itching if
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you think I'm kid ding
Smoke leaking from the sticky
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that we smoking, boy
Fuck a Backwood,
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Swisher's what I use, boy
Smoke what I choose,
do what I wanna do
Motherfuck you and
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your punk friends too
Verse 3
lungs itch,
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bitch, I like the sting
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Smoking potent thinking I'm the chosen one,
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bitch, I'm a king
I can hear my dead homies sing
Now my eyes always hurtin',
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wiping tears with diamond rings, yeah, aye
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Hol' up fuckboy, who the
fuck said we cool?
Man, I quit smoking with
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hypebeast's back in 2002
What it do? Motherfucker I'm a fool
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Ruby Da Cherry is ghouling with goblins
If you got a problem,
then you better move
From the womb to the tomb
Busting out early, busting out soon
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Black out the city,
I'm back on them 30s
In 'bout 20 minutes we'll
be on the moon, uh
Drugs got me fucked up,
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sluts got me drugged up, fuck
Slap my face against a pill to
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crush it up
Government ID helps me get high
Seeing stars in the mirror like I'm
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looking with a bright beam
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Lime green paint but the rims
looking Spike Lee
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Mighty sloppy, might be cocky,
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am I in the right scene?
and I'm willing to fucking bet
Leave a pussy wet then
I leave a pussy wet
I'm a fucking vet,
I'm a motherfucking threat
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G59 the set, G59 will make you sweat
"I don't give a fuck," is
my fucking epithet
Lace up my Nike Decades,
meet me at Heaven's Gates
7th Ward by the lake 'til my death
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Interlude 1
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Fm
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Verse 4
He'll come off of your drunken stupor from Bourbon Street,
Saturday night
Get up in time to go to mass
on Sunday morning
And you tell God you're sorry
for your drunkenness
Only to go back out tonight
and get wasted again
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