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Find a nigga up with the dough, with the toasters

Hoes say I keep it up like posters

Slap the first nigga that plays me the closestStill drunk, still grabbing cloches

Dark and sneaky like the rats and the roaches

Careful in the way you cats approach us

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That's not enough armor to protect yourself

If we catch you coming through the projects of DelphSo be smart, duke and spread the wealth

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Hit you with 8 shots 'for the first one's felt

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With no special effects by Wes Craven

This Psych Les reigning, tech and the mack spraying

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I'ma take my gloves off and smack your jaw

I just got back from tour, niggas running their mouth

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Now they just screaming, "Don't kill me, I have a family"

It's big psych I push it down like gravity

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