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Real playaz like to smoke a
Stroke a offa in her throata
Hollows will make ya croaka
My hands around your throata
Grip grip tight and choke her
Hate hate me fo no reason
Pumpkin head whatchu getta
For some droppas and suckas
Could get chu killed like othas
Then put me in a box and burry me wit my nine
Wishin they put tha bullets up in my body
Of brown cold liquor and polted marijuana
Project Pat in this bitcha
The first hit off this dope is gonna getcha
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For those who are a stranga
Strange couse i do not knowa
Hits hard just like a boulda
Grey tape with clip bananna
He should of mind his manners
Damn near tore off his necka
He prayin im gon squosh him
He shoulda prayed to Mecca
You hataz like to tick me
Squeeze triggaz till im empty
I damn near let it hit me
Smokin nothin but that fire
(Damn that was my last line dog)
Im drinkin on that brewsky
This shit is goin threw me
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Knockin ducks off they toes
Pimpin hoes take a flight
Cowards cant handle these
Check niggaz fo they grip
Busted chops thats yo ass
Punk bitch wheres the cash
Money green chedder cheese
All bitches hit they knees
Serve em up ready to rock
Disturbute them on da check