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Correct Pick Em Out Lyrics
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Correct Pick Em Out
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Chorus Get em, pick em out Get em, pick em out Get em, pick em out Come down, so let em know Repeat 4Xs Verse 1 Listen! Picking em out is the mission Learn your enemy any intention Don't let em get up in your mix Maintain your shine and mind your business No lines in around the suckas We never get down with a busta Unless we coming to rush ya, bust ya, crush ya Never did bluff ya One of the meanest of this Game ready, so we could come clean up the mess We are the mans, y'all niggas are not in demand Lyrically, I'm an assassin Hate to put a nigga in a casket Kray's getting everybody baffled They said, "I know he ain't say that, That nigga Kray bad." Haters, we eliminate em, never fade us We originators like Jordan in his prime I'm a keep scoring every time I'm like a storm up in these times I'm a do way more than just revive I'm a touch down, grab on my nuts like, "What the fuck now?" Chorus Get em, pick em out Get em, pick em out Get em, pick em out Come down, so let em know Repeat 4Xs Verse 2 I keep all my enemies in my scope A nigga done play them too close But I got all these friends That means they really can be enemies, I don't know So I stay cautious, trying to read em It's making me nauseous, plus I hear too many talking Y'all ain't gon' bite back, but still I hear so many barking Pick em out, blow em up, light em up, smoke the chump Y'all better hunt or b-leed Or be glad I hid to let you breathe here Made it blurry, this league's thick in the game man, They tell me that people see Bone thugs-n-harmony Running this thang, man That's vain, man, but it's real Tell em we coming to claim it We done already made the arrangements This time, I don't wanna be famous So I'm running this shit from the basement Underground, I got amazing appeal Shut up, it's paying the bills What up, I'm saying it's real I'm singing a song, but it ain't no lullaby More to me like a gutter vibe, Then somebody messed with the real So once I stick you in the veins with this You'll slightly restrain a little bit Then I hit em in the brain with a little this, some of that Need a hit? Wanna fly? Let me take you higher, baby (baby) Chorus Get em, pick em out Get em, pick em out Get em, pick em out Come down, so let em know Repeat 4Xs
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