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Featuring(s) : Domingo & Duke Deuce
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Ay, Duke Deuce What the fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout man? Ay, they got us fucked up Y-R-N Money, paper, racks, cash, blue hunnids, guapa-nese Foreign bitches, suckin', fuckin', got 'em all, on they knees All my niggas totin' pistols, even with felonies And they shoot 'em like a camera, nigga, say cheese I know niggas bangin', Bloods, Crips, and some G's And I got them shooters 'cross the country, overseas These Percocet 10's got me geekin', feel like Hercules It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season (What!) It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season (Murda) Them young niggas killin', hurtin' niggas for no reason (Brrah) Free my brothers down the road, locked up but still eatin' And they'll still never, ever fold When they see the judge, ain't no pleadin' It's just me and Duke Deuce (Duke Deuce) We gon' beat a nigga ass 'til he turn black & blue (Boom boom) See the opps, we gon' shoot (Brrah) All these dead bodies, nigga, recognize who was who (Who-who) Way I ran got 'em spooked (What) I came in with the gang, so I'ma pull up with the troops (Gang) And I ain't ever gon' switch (Nah) And my nigga wiped your nose, there's no one you can use (Bitch!) Murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda (Murda) These niggas gangsta, poppin' shit 'til we turn 'em (What?) Into bitches, yes we keep that fire, we gon' burn 'em (Brrah) No, you can't buy them stripes, nigga, gotta earn 'em Money, paper, racks, cash, blue hunnids, guapa-nese Foreign bitches, suckin', fuckin', got 'em all, on they knees All my niggas totin' pistols, even with felonies And they shoot 'em like a camera, nigga, say cheese I know niggas bangin', Bloods, Crips, and some G's And I got them shooters 'cross the country, overseas These Percocet 10's got me geekin', feel like Hercules It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season (What!) It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season (Murda) 1-2-3-4 trappers up in my bando (Up in my bando) 5-6-7-8 sticks so the bitch better get low (Bitch better get low) You think of Duke Deuces, Memphis (Memphis) Makin' easy money and pimpin' (Pimpin') Whole 'lotta robbin and dealin' (And dealin') Man, everybody here killin' (Man, everybody killin') I heat up and beat up the block I G up to keep up, to re-up the stock (Re-up the stock) Look what I am, what you're not The people, they eat up, 'cause all my shit hot (My shit hot) I'm out with no fours, my ice is cold His ice cream rocky road (Rocky road) Stick to the code, I never fold I put that on the fours (Diddy) You can see in a nigga eyes, some hunger (Don't bother me) Nigga fuck with me they gon' hide lil' homie Yeah, my nuts hangin', ain't no gangbangin' Why the fuck you shootin' if you ain't aimin'? Goin' one-fifty, end up half-capped With the red seats like a dark angel Money, paper, racks, cash, blue hunnids, guapa-nese Foreign bitches, suckin', fuckin', got 'em all, on they knees All my niggas totin' pistols, even with felonies And they shoot 'em like a camera, nigga, say cheese I know niggas bangin', Bloods, Crips, and some G's And I got them shooters 'cross the country, overseas These Percocet 10's got me geekin', feel like Hercules It's murda, murda, murda, murda, murda, murda season
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