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| Murderer
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| Murderer
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| Murderer
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| Murderer
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| Murderer
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| Murderer
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| Murderer
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| Murderer
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| Murderer
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| Murderer
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| Murderer
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| Murderer
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| Robber, Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Murderer, robber
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| Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a niggas ass off
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| Murderer, robber
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| Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a niggas ass off
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| Murderer, robber
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| Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a niggas ass off
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| Murderer, robber
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| Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a niggas ass off
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| Now it’s a nigga all on the dick
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| Of the six double six
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| Mafia niggas pull them triggas
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| Let him feel the lead
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| It’s a pimp type nigga
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| But you don’t understand me
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| A Tec medallion on my rope
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| A Tec Ruger in my hang, g
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| Shootin' on these suckers who got anna
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| Because I won’t produce them a track
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| So I react by puttin' a bullet in they back
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| These niggas got problems, let it be known, ho
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| My .380'll solve 'em, like a psychiatrist
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| And yo this nigga be jealous when they see
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| How strong my pimpin' be
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| Pick the ho one day, the next day she’s workin' the street
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| I got game for 'em because these busters so lame
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| It ain’t a thing man for me to work a bitch man
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| I got money in my pocket from these hoes that I got
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| Been about my busi-ness, peepin' inside my fat stack
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| This Tec-9 makin' these motherfuckers panic
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| Held in the hand by a psychopathic schizophrenic
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| Murderer, robber
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| Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Murderer, robber
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| Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Murderer, robber
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| Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Murderer, robber
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| Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Murderer, robber
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| Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a niggas ass off
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| Murderer, robber
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| Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a niggas ass off
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| My name is Lord Infamous
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| Chainsaw blades grind down to the gristle
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| Stab you in your motherfucking face or hizzead with the chisel
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| Pistols, knives, niggas lives ain’t worth a nickel
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| Slice, blind eyes, Antichrist with the sickle
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| Scarecrow, demonic schizophrenic hell dweller
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| Pieces of decomposed bodies they fill up the bloody drawers down in my cellar
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| I need to quit drinking the liquor and chiefin' the blizzunts
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| That’s full of the reefer and we are the intoxicated suspects
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| It may be all the reasons why I feel these niggas must bleed
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| The evil seed, dead vultures in the trees
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| Intense pain, black razors in the breeze
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| Degrees, 600 Fahrenheit 66 Celsius
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| Lord Infamous the Scarecrow
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| Stab my pitchfork in your guts
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| Don’t hide just because Lucifer is coming
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| He knows all your secrets, no escape so why you running?
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| But you a gangster motherfucker, prove that shit you tell
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| My name is Lord Infamous fool and I sleep in hell
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| Murderer, robber
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| Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Murderer, robber
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| Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Murderer, robber
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| Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Murderer, robber
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| Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Murderer, robber
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| Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a niggas ass off
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| Murderer, robber
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| Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a niggas ass off
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| I’m the one you don’t fuck with so don’t even try me
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| A motherfucking soldier, you gon' have to kill me
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| Kill me you bitch ass boy that’s what I said
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| A murderer, robber, I’ll stab you in your head
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| I’m realistic to the god damn bone
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| You say you got a gang? |
| Goddammit bring it on
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| Cause niggas trip me out always trying to playin' that they hard
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| Ridin' around the hood shootin' up a nigga’s car
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| A car ain’t alive and a car ain’t the nigga
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| You sayin' I’mma die? |
| Motherfucker pull the trigga
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| I figured you’s a ho when I first caught you slippin'
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| Fool it’s Project Pat and I’m game for a killin'
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| Now thinkin' I’mma run, that’s a stupid ass mistake
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| You say you got a gun, I got a gun and I ain’t fake
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| I’ll take all the time that it takes this ain’t a try
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| Cause when I catch your ass, lame nigga you gon' die
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| Murderer
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| Murderer
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| Murderer
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| Murderer
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| Murderer
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| Murderer
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| Murderer
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| Murderer
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| Murderer
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| Murderer
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| Murderer
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| Murderer
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| Murderer
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| Robber, Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Murderer, robber
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| Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Murderer, robber
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| Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Murderer, robber
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| Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Murderer, robber
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| Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Murderer, robber
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| Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a niggas ass off
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| Murderer, robber
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| Psychopathic, schizophrenic
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| Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down, blow a niggas ass off |