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Correct 2000 Rapdope Game Lyrics
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Kingpin Skinny Pimp
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Correct 2000 Rapdope Game
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You're voted 48 hours to respond Your time is up You'll have to close your business today You know where I stand Juicy J and dj Paul [Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Time for me to run and grab my guns and blast assassin Without no doubt I'm comin with? Hit ya like Hurrican George in the Carribean I'm all about my fuckin grass when I'm makin decisions Anybody throwin sneaky faces I'ma smile at Anybody throwin fake smiles I'ma growl at Comin like the ready leaders when I frown at ya mug Automatic raid is bug treatment for you bugs Thinkin about my meal like the cbs Marketwatch New York Times and Houston Chronicles Watch how quick we hit the top Commercial appeal and L. A. Times I'm throwin Triple Six down Watchin for them Bone Thugs when I'm drillin they hometown I was kickin in Cleveland In the last winter season Even when I was in Maryland I left that bitch breedin Crips, Bloods, Folks, Lords I'm claimin give me some If you split somebody doing business then we makin some [Chorus] (2x) 48 hours overtime or so for the cowards Run up we run up The haters they hate us Know they can't fade us Runnin with the majors Gut-like razors I'm fuckin with the real uncut 2000 toke game niggas like what This is for the dope boys and the dope girls All around the world Turn it on up What [Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca] The time is start tickin and in fear they drop they bud Don't need to duck, dodge, and run Cuz I'm on ya like a sud, bitch Fuck that stealin from me man is gon be fatal When I point these pistols I buck ya like a third grader Play no games with ya boy Pay up or get destroyed Run up on ya boys Kill your daughter, son, and they toys Abort the mission Hell nah, I ain't bullshittin Koop gon let the nine get ya Rip you, kick you punk, and flip you Then get the handle cocked pull it back but first I'll? The dead stab yo mom in the pussy blow gushy gushy gushy [Chorus] [Kingpin Skinny Pimp] I'm livin that wildlife sayin that fuckin eye for an eye Every second counts If you blink you can die (too late) Would you kill for your freedom in society Or would you let a cocksucker put you beneath that concrete Science of the unsolved mysteries I'm tellin ya This shit is finna (gonna) get drastic We watchin for assassins Harassin and blastin Closed casket, what We trashin Then we mashin In the '72 Impala Chevy Tearin up the block like it's a Lexus Fatigues on my face I bet you ain't know who I be Aka the bodysnatcher Blood stainin my enemies Don't be the first to get taken to get baptised In the bloody bound Bombsquad analyze Recognize we be packin out the house nigga M. A. F. Cracked at top So bring it nigga You want war? You got war What you waitin for? Hit me up Nigga, show me what you dying for [Chorus] (2x) You're voted 48 hours to respond Your time is up We'll have to close your business today You know where I stand
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