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[DJ Paul]

I cruise to my chevy shakin' these late nights

And soon a killah will thank me will come out again to take another life

I'm tired of hidin' form the 5-0 cause these fools scope me nightly 

I'm changin' my identity and playin' more roles than that niggah spike lee

This shit ain't fake i gotta break

And get the fuck back on this murder case

For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when it's real

Them cops can't roll to Triple Six so no lord can save'em

I try to least stay after but now i ask for another favor

One of my homies died, two of my niggah's in the J.C

But now I ask of you first power bring them back to me

We ran a job off top, we had to pop some cops

But still some fools house made us lead us to his stash pizzot

Skeemask over my skull, peppers in my mouth cause I'm grilled

Bitch cause [?] glock nine with no love, killah's from the south gotta peel

Caps that will make your shells fall, but I will be the only one still leg 

locked

Employed cause job to me, you need to lay down you niggah's, you bitches

You snitches, smoke swishers and plan my sweet robberies.



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[Juicy J]

This shit is on, I'm scopin' out this fool that I don't like

Who fucked me out some money

(What how I squash this shit)

Wait till the night

I'm gonna touch him with a gauge, gotta touch with a gauge

Niggah think he fucked me gonna get his ass sprayed

First I hit the weed, hit full of red rum, niggah better give me some 

Or O'll make your body numb bitch

I thought you knew it was on when you pulled that shit

Flodgin' ass niggah prepare for the triggah with no fuckin' heart 

You gonna meet this sick killah don't step

Better watch your self, better watch your self, 

Watch out for the niggah's you trust or take your last breath

When I put this tone up in your face it's gonna be a case with out no trace

The robber had a mask on tryin' to get his blast on

No evidence cause this shit will be erased

We're in Pauls chevy deep, with visions in your sleep

The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G

Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back

Another sweet robbery another mother fuckin' jack

[talking]



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[Koopsta Knicca]

The terrors in the air-yair hopin that I find your soul hoe straight buddah 

smoke

We robbin' hoe, cause a niggah know leavin' them [?] sorrow

Thats why I'll never know the secrets of the many double quickly

You'll be givin up dead lay dead, get a ton of burn in the air

By the Koopsta niggah don't [..?..]

I'll take you for a ride, take you to the evil side

Bitches would rather see you dead than alive

Misery burn out of cry, for one day [?] misery cried

Cops caught the witness on me and my niggah [?] on many of hoes

So you triziks can witness the Triple Six kill up them sons like robbery pro's

Kurt rolled the windows solo we can get outta here

Paul caught two bitches in the den, commiting like ruff up in ten

Ten corpses dead with torches to the night into they brain

[...?...] gonna work so we buried them bitches on another day

No heaven sin, no evidence man you can't fuck with this

Fuck you niggah's who don't wanna give Paul your chevy you gonna be a dead bitch

You hear him, a heavy body droppin' in a ditch

They say I'm crazy though I'm really just a lunatic



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