| T is for terrible, H is for Hell
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| U is for ugly, and G is for jail
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| 'Cause a thug can’t spell
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| T is for terrible, H is for Hell
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| U is for ugly, and G is for jail
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| T is for terrible, H is for Hell
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| U is for ugly, and G is for jail
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| I done seen this gun-play change men
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| Shootouts turn gangstas into strange men
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| The AK drum rearrange men
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| Kurt Russell with a bounty, I’m the Hang Man
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| I hang men from west Philly to west Baltimore
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| To west coast, to west Africa
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| It’s an A.O.T.P. |
| BGC massacre
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| They call me The Flash 'cause I throw this hot shit so fast at ya
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| Red beams and dead dreams is all we know here
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| Fifty shot clips and weed is all we grow here
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| I’m from Philly dawg, you don’t want to go there
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| Even the cops get hit with the .44 here
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| Really dawg, it’s Pistolvania part two
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| My gun’ll do surgery on your brain and your heart too
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| Plenty casualties when my crew blast niggas
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| A Darth Vader with a beard to you Luke ass niggas
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| Everybody got a gun, everybody want to ride
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| When it’s all said and done, don’t nobody want to die
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| Talking tough in the streets, everybody wonder why
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| At the funeral, everybody want to cry
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| Cry motherfucker, cry motherfucker, cry
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| Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die
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| It’s Pistolvania part two
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| It’s Pistolvania part two
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| Check me out
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| Yeah, homicide rate, nigga, I survive fate
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| I’m in live shape, pussy, you provide hate
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| You wearing a wire taped, my cap likes to jivate
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| They find the niggas all thrown through the fire escape
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| When I walk up, bodies all chalked up
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| On the asphalt in the dark when I spark up
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| I got a chemical remedy full of energy
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| Head shots mentally, show 'em my whole identity
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| A militant, my home is Pistolvania
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| Niggas act demonic, my brain is full of mania
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| I got arrangements to put you on the pavement
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| Check your brain waves and cause mental enslavement
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| You’re not ready, I pop heavy, my shot steady
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| You want to talk about gas? |
| Nigga, I got Getty
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| You’re not ready to get close to an overdose
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| A militant coming through with Jehovah clothes
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| Everybody got a gun, everybody want to ride
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| When it’s all said and done, don’t nobody want to die
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| Talking tough in the streets, everybody wonder why
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| At the funeral, everybody want to cry
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| Cry motherfucker, cry motherfucker, cry
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| Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die
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| It’s Pistolvania part two
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| It’s Pistolvania part two
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| Yeah, listen
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| I send 'em to God, let him sort 'em out, who gon' burn up?
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| Caught a couple homis, but the bodies never turned up
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| I don’t say shit like, «On fleek» or «Turnt up»
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| Embalming on the wakata, all shermed up
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| The new Porsche is a lot faster
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| The blue Avatar face on the Yacht-Master
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| Son got splashed down to bottom, all master
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| Got caught slipping on white like Alabasta
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| It’s dark and it’s hot, it’s about to be cold
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| And these young boys style is about to be old
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| Young boy act Joe, so he have to be told
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| Or have his body dump trucked up academy road
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| Really, fuck rap, I’m about to pull the llama out
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| Fuck the llama, I’mma have to pull the fucking chopper out
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| Air your fucking whole block including your mama out
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| I’m the one to call if you need to bring the drama out
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| Murder
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| Everybody got a gun, everybody want to ride
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| When it’s all said and done, don’t nobody want to die
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| Talking tough in the streets, everybody wonder why
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| At the funeral, everybody want to cry
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| Cry motherfucker, cry motherfucker, cry
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| Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die
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| It’s Pistolvania part two
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| It’s Pistolvania part two |