| Bitch, I’m a killer for real-uh, that’s no joke
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| Slide, nigga, either fast or slow, I gots to pop
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| Nigga don’t stop 'cause one of us gots to go
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| Muthafuckas be trippin'
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| I’m from these streets where the mission is to die
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| Preparin' like I was to die
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| Down South, West Coast niggas, two sides
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| You bitches be tryna' fade me
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| But ain’t nothin' promised, you can’t play me
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| You best be quick for talkin' that shit, that I’ma gets that 380
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| I’m all up in yo' grill, time to chill
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| Pay my bills, gotta stay real, true to the game, in fact
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| Niggas gonna lay back, flat 'cause ain’t the nigga ta fuck with
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| So you niggas need tostep the fuck off
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| Before I leave y’all niggas in a bag
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| Talkin' that trash, you get hauled off in a black truck
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| Nigga back up, stacks up
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| When I blast, I’m never gonna miss
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| Nigga, hollow tips in yo' shit, bitch, what’s up?
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| Nigga now, lay the fuck down
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| What now, it’s my block, co' shop down
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| Nigga top down, drop now, nigga, what’s now
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| Where’s the pop now, what’s up, baby, gotta play me
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| Grab the 380, nigga been shady
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| Even lately gotta watch his back 'cause he stacks
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| 'Cause them niggas be trippin' on gats where I’m at
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| Strapped with a infrared pump
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| I’m not Kris Kross but I make 'em jump
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| Nigga front and turn, watch them bustas and they clique run
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| Bitch, I’m a killer, for real (The Shocker)
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| That’s no joke, strapped with a four-four
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| Ain’t nothin changed since I done went solo (The Shocker)
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| 1, 2, 3, you know Silkk a G
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| I know this dope game like I know my ABCs
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| Bitch, I be quick to leave a nigga lookin' like a Kotex
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| Nigga cocked like I ain’t had no sex
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| And I be on time like a Rolex
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| You can put me in a room with ten of the best of 'em
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| I’d be the man in yo' face
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| So fuck the rest of them, I’m the best of 'em
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| Your bitch be trippin' but y’all nigga don’t scare
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| Yo, man, Silkk, these niggas ain’t ready yet
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| I know, that’s why I’m giving them a chance
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| So they can prepare themselves
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| I be the man, y’all niggas be trippin'
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| And y’all niggas be frontin', black
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| You think this the shit, my nigga?
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| Y’all niggas ain’t hear nothing yet
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| 'Cause look deep into the eyes of a nigga’s stuff
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| I gives a fuck, why I oughta! |
| Fuck you up!
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| Nigga be hatin', so proud that they don’t wanna fuckin' fight
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| 'Cause I done fucked his woman
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| And now all her girls have been fuckin' light
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| What’s yo' name homie?
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| Silkk!
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| What you came here to do?
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| Shock the world!
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| Bitch, I’m a killer, for real (The Shocker)
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| That’s no joke, strapped with a four-four
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| Ain’t nothin changed since I done went solo (The Shocker)
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| 1, 2, 3, you know Silkk a G
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| I know this dope game like I know my ABCs
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| Bitch, I’m a killer, for real (The Shocker)
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| That’s no joke, strapped with a four-four
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| Ain’t nothin changed since I done went solo (The Shocker)
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| 1, 2, 3, you know Silkk a G
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| I know this dope game like I know my ABCs
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| Bitch, I’m a killer, for real (The Shocker)
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| That’s no joke, strapped with a four-four
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| Ain’t nothin changed since I done went solo (The Shocker)
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| 1, 2, 3, you know Silkk a G
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| I know this dope game like I know my ABCs
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| It’s time to flip a script and turn a half into a million
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| And turn a ho into a zillion
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| My game be tight like the Bulls, and after my shows
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| There ain’t NO LIMIT to the hoes I can pull
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| Girls be sweatin' me like I’m a bandanna
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| My lyrics so gangsta
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| The police keep them on the radar scanner
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| But I be tight like the Titanic
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| While y’all suckers selling whammys
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| We on our way to the Grammys
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| 3rd Ward brothers that came up
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| Keep my name out yo' mouth
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| Like Messy Marvin, I’m gonna wipe you up
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| And yo' game better be tight
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| 'Cause ain’t no love where I’m from from morning to night
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| Fools be 'bout it, they be rowdy
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| Still putting money in the bank like Uncle Sam
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| And taxing fools dead
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| All y’all suckers on the block are tryna stop me, can’t fade me
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| And me and Silkk be living large
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| Sippin' on Moët but strapped with the plastic toys
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| Down South, we be hustlin'
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| Settig the line behind busters that we ain’t trusting
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| Y’all better wake up and smell the aroma
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| 'Cause we doing this from Down South to California
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| Bitch, I’m a killer, for real (The Shocker)
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| That’s no joke, strapped with a four-four
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| Ain’t nothin changed since I done went solo (The Shocker)
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| 1, 2, 3, you know Silkk a G
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| I know this dope game like I know my ABCs
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| Bitch, I’m a killer, for real (The Shocker)
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| That’s no joke, strapped with a four-four
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| Ain’t nothin changed since I done went solo (The Shocker)
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| 1, 2, 3, you know Silkk a G
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| I know this dope game like I know my ABCs
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| Bitch, I’m a killer, for real (The Shocker)
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| That’s no joke, strapped with a four-four
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| Ain’t nothin changed since I done went solo (The Shocker)
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| 1, 2, 3, you know Silkk a G
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| I know this dope game like I know my ABCs
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| Bitch, I’m a killer, for real (The Shocker)
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| That’s no joke, strapped with a four-four
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| Ain’t nothin changed since I done went solo (The Shocker)
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| 1, 2, 3, you know Silkk a G
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| I know this dope game like I know my ABCs
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| The Shocker, haha
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| Ain’t nothin' change with No Limit
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| Straight up Ice Cream
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| We got some more ice cream for y’all |