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Lick Dem Muthaphuckaz (Remix)
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"Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god" (Lord Jamar) You like to taste the lead, well get your face fed After I'm done, you rather suck on pencils Here comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your body As I walk over the shit and spit outta heart Now brothers talk shit and can't back it That's why I had to fit em with a full metal jacket Peel his cap once cos I know it's all it takes Watch the muthaphucka bawlin, his body catch the shakes (BLAST) Just before he die, I'ma look him in his eye Ask the nigga how he figure he was big enough to try the muthaphuckin G-to the O-to the D I told ya couple times that the Gods must be crazy but ya didn't listen, so now ya on a mission to get an autopsy, a raw C-O, ya can't stops me Now tell me is there anybody else before I put my AK back on the shelf Cos I put in work like Job Corps Niggas talk shit and get jerked and robbed for their life by a knife or a gun So when ya see me comin, nigga, run "See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka" "See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka" "See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka" "See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka" "Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god" (repeat) (Sadat X) Somebody's dead, a whole crowd formed The cops ain't even come yet, Money's dead in the street Somebody called his people and they come downstairs screamin Six girls cryin wild cos Money had a child A good dick, couldn't even stand the .44 lick Dead quick, the funeral is strictly closed-casket And ol' Aunt Faith, her baby fingerpaints My Moms know the time so she wanna send me down to Alabama I gotta cousin, says she's got some friends She says they strictly fuckin, I could get away from buckin She tried to gas me up, I tell her sex is everywhere and sex is but a word, it ain't shit I ain't heard Tell my Moms I ain't leavin, my crew said to stay My crew I'm believin so fuck it anyway I got my mob from the Rule, that live by the cruel and my crew from Courtland Ave. always say they'll set it off And if I choose, who's somebody might die and if they don't die, they won't be able to walk Pump slugs in his back, he's talkin pussy talk "Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets,


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