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You cannot handle this
Got emergency, ambulance
When we step into the scene, just make sure that there's no cameras
Police lines round your residence
Round your block and your relatives
And I'm sorry but you can't compete 'cause I'm bout to finish this

I been on dat chicko, bitch, we swinging on the law
Seen me posted, stickies, them boys fast to break it down, huh
But when we see 'em, them dicks a beaming
I'm bouta tik on a bitch
Finna tok on my dick, boom!

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Smokin yo pack we movin lit
Toked we staying burning bricks
Boned ya bitches she's flipped on sticks

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Dome deals yo bishes brain
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