Tonart: Db major•
Verse 1
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And ya don't stop (and ya
don't stop)...
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And ya don't stop
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(and ya don't stop)...
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X- Raided and ya don't stop...
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Straight going on
Verse 2
a war path,
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taking niggas out like it ain't shit
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You can't coup with the X- Loc gone hit
A nigga gotta be,
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don't even try to be a friend of me
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You just want a piece of me
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I know what I see through my eyes:
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I see another black brotha
living life streetwise
Who's making dollars like
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a dope man
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Making money anyway a nigga can
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Taking your shit and selling drugs
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Getting drunk, sagging Levi's,
looking like a thug
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Hanging with my miggas at the spot
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The spot's hot so I'm
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Told my nigga Trip to slap
a clip in a gun
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9 double M, the you- Z- I,
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Cause a nigga ain't gon na die...
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Like a sucka, I'm going out spraying
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Letting fools know X-
Raided ain't playing
Tha Murder, yeah,
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I got something to do with it
Cause I shoot cha punk
Verse 3
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And ya don't stop (and ya
don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya
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And ya don't stop (and y
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Lynch Hung and ya don't stop...
Verse 4
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I say: cause I'm a villain
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A straight lunatic, a little skitzo
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A male hoe, a mothafuckingpsycho
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Killing punk niggas like flies
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You piss me off and everybody dies
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X ain't the one to be ludicrous
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Any mothafucka I want
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to diss I'm gonna diss
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It might be you if ya
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on the shitlist
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Instead of an 'uncle' I make ya
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say 'triple- six'
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And make you suck four dicks
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In otherwords you can get the duck sick
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And ya better do it good, choke this dick
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Make me nut real quick
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20 seconds like a mothafucka
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It feels good like a mothafucka so,
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bitch: suck
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It tastes like chocolate,
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that's the nickname
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Doggy style, I'm known to inflict pain
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Making hoes feel real swell
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A nigga with a mind like me
needs to go to hell
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Where else can a nigga go? (Nowhere!)
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In heaven the mothafuckas don't
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Now the book is closed
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A fool like me killed all them hoes
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Cause I (shoot a mothafucka in a
minute)...
Verse 5
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And ya don't stop (and ya
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And ya don't stop (and ya
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And ya don't stop (and ya
don't stop)...
Yo, pump it up,
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nigga and ya don't stop...
Verse 6
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The definition for a skitzo is
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Strictly killing any tough son of a bitch
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When I say tough I mean
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he thinks he's tough
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I'm kinda fed up,
a nigga done had enough...
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Of this shit to last me a year or two
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What in the fuck a nigga gotta do...
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Nowadays to get his point across
I don't know,
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I guess ya gotta get toasted like a salad
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A ballad of a menace,
ya can call this a ten percent diss
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Ya get pissed but I don't
Ya want to squab, yo,
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what the fuck is up?
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My nigga Trip got a nine for ya ass
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mothafucka, and we blast
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Three sixes' the code that we use
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I'm killing muslims,
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baptists and jews
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And the hovers, fuck the witness
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Hitting niggas to the triple-
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six sickness
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At my house windows are tened
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Knock on my door: I shoot
Verse 7
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And ya don't stop (and ya
don't stop)...
And ya don't stop
(and ya don't stop)...
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And ya don't stop
(and ya don't stop)...
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And ya don't stop...
Verse 8
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Is ruthless attitude toward
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s every delin quent
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Don't forget the 'X' for 'X- tra'
The X- tra as I kicks so
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nobody steps up
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To the villain peeping that bullshit
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I grab the nine and unload
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the clip
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Spray every punk nigga on
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the scene
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Cause I'm a lunatic, know what I mean?
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Don't forget that Triple- Six
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got the backfade
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Step up, try to steal, ya get sprayed
Cause I'm not giving up an inch
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And neither is the
mothafucking Lynch...Hung
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But you ain't dumb,
you know what's up
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The whole Mafia is crazier
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We don't give a fuck about
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Unless he's down with our clan
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And if ya ain't then ya got
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Do like a nigga from Compton
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And start running a hundred
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miles to the city I'm from
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S- A- see, punk bitch,
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you can't get none
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I'm from South Sac, we all packed
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Even that nigga Homicide is kicking raps
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A title to be welthy and we taking it
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And if not we'll shoot cha
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in a minute...
Verse 9
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And ya don't stop (and ya
don't stop)...
And ya don't stop (and ya
don't stop)...
And ya don't stop
(and ya don't stop)...
Can I kick it? (And ya don't stop)...
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Can I kick it? (And ya don't stop)...
Can I kick it? (And ya don't stop)...
And ya don't stop and ya don't stop...
And I'm out...
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