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we ????? everything from chest wets to death treaths the best yet and niggas gettin their neck check best check detroit is only known know for best dressed so bet we got decks and hecks collect the and rest the goon sqad and rep your whole set to rep the midwest you reppin niggas get wrong speak on ?? song sendin them home stone sprone and broken bones but leave the ? f**ker loone keep on runnin thru niggas cant even stummin but the beats got comin and ???? and frontin the power first place for niggas gettin guys think their f**kin with trick n eminem but no your not mother f**ker so next time you see us we sure that you make a hole and we didn't metinon that we get down with all folks got big killas with big guns (who want it) come into my hood get some (who want it) wanna start shitin in the club boy (who want it) tuched up (who want it) f**ked up (who want it) X2 Ooh wow, look at the bitches up in this club Man im gettin me some digits fo i leave up out this mug And it's like oh pal, wam, bam, thank you ma'am I ain't kissin you on the lips, but ill be glad to shake your hand Now lets get blew out, lets start some shit tonight Just let me pick the chick that I'ma leave here with tonight Before we get the fighting, and Throughout This music makes me rally, how they gonna play that new trick trick And expect no-one to get their shit spit It's just too wild, and one more shot of hypnotic And I am not in control of my body, I go robotic and blow a fuse out Homies is like you're startin to static And I'm nah that's just my swagger but I'm dancing with this fat girl And gettin Loose now, I don't wanna fight, I feel like partying Till' this idiot dumps his bacardi on my cardigan and knocks my screws out It never fails, I'm know I'm going to jail I might as well take the laces out my shoes now got big killas with big guns (who want it) come into my hood, get some (who want it) wanna start shitin in the club boy (who want it) tuched up (who want it) f**ked up (who want it) X2 i hear they screamin god damn it that goes the eminem and it and it ain't no even him that think that we just cranked up but we did but him it trick and the goon sqad gangstas cant get to him we down for the banging and the brawl but now we killin him see that if we started you might we make the club go bang (gun shot) you got that light noise it ain't nobody f**king with this nigga and this white boy that bin through the ?? and the pro street just like hoes we put the ? on him and ?? this record is not equalient to high scool musical blame me for everything i say but i got him nigga i got big killas with big guns (who want it) |
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