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Round Here
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So long, boy, you so gone You gonna learn not to f**k with me (Don't bring it around here) We don't play no games And if you wanna go to war There ain't nothing to say (Don't bring it around here) What the f**k wrong with that boy, get him I ain't got time to be toyin' with 'em When a shotgun hit 'em, then he gonna go He gonna know not to f**k with me, no more Can't breathe, no more Throw that b*t*h in the back of the truck And we gonna go dump you somewhere So deep that even we don't know We ridin', you ridin' with us, or you gon' get ran over When I say we ridin', I ain't talkin' Range Rover Lifted up trucks, give a f**k about a boulder Shotgun in the rack, hangin' right above my shoulder Poster, with your face on it Face it, these bullets hit you in the face F**k your sh*t up, more than braces Ammo come in by the cases Have you leanin' like the Matrix Why you're family settin' up the wake, and all they sayin' is? (sayin' is?) So long, boy, you so gone You gonna learn not to f**k with me (Don't bring it around here) We don't play no games And if you wanna go to war There ain't nothing to say (Don't bring it around here) So long, boy, you so gone You gonna learn not to f**k with me (Don't bring it around here) We don't play no games And if you wanna go to war There ain't nothing to say (Don't bring it around here) Are you still talkin' sh*t, huh? You won't go away, just like a hiccup B*t*h, I hit you, I promise, you won't get up Get out my hair, don't bring that sh*t around here, boy, leave it be Or you're gonna see the bottom of a f**kin' creek, R-I-P Yea, Bubba, bad motherf**ker, tires smokin', burnin' rubber Dirt and mud, we got you covered B*t*h, I put you six feet under Pistol underneath my seat I go to war, you go to sleep And I know that you heard of me Hell yeah, hell yeah Th-th-that boy A-Cal, with a 50 cal I'm in your town, and run that sh*t, yeh-yeh Don't play around, I'll lay you down Should've known, boy, not to f**k with me Should've know better, not to throw with 'em Have you runnin' back, like Jerome Bettis I'll light you up with that hot lead Then dump you off, in the cold river I don't give a f**k, no fear Crack your head, then a cold beer You ain't known here, don't go there Get dumped on a dirt road, here Got a 12 gauge, I'm well paid Bought lots of bullets, put you front page Them headlines, you dead I'm doin' just fine, while the papers sayin' So long, boy, you so gone You gonna learn not to f**k with me (Don't bring it around here) We don't play no games And if you wanna go to war There ain't nothing to say (Don't bring it around here) So long, boy you so gone You gonna learn not to f**k with me (Don't bring it around here) We don't play no games And if you wanna go to war There ain't nothing to say (Don't bring it around here)
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