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This song is by Crooked I and appears on the album Young Boss, Volume 2 (2006).

You fucking with a nigga hot as a flamethrower
Ready for the rain like my names noah
Ever since I came nigga the games over
Shoot up the range rover
I blow some of your brain on one of your dang shoulders
Deranged when I bangs on ya
Fucking niggas up beyond regconition,
We playing chicken
I'm in the neon expedition
I'm wishing for collision
I'm quick to predict the
Way you gon' swerve
I swerve with cha and hit cha
Picture a nigger hate it like I was adolf hitler
A mixture between a banker and a baseball pitcher
For the way I throw money at them take it off strippers
Who and I'm breaking off chippers
I'm faded off liquor
Better run with the wind
Or catch a hundred and ten upcuts right under your chin

Then ima rob your pockets
I'm so electrifying
I can stick a wet finger in an plug and shock the socket
When I spit even my nemesis duck it
'Cause every sentence was rugged and venom is right from the guinesses?
An infamous subject I touch them the menaces love it
? Fuck it and finished in public
I'm just a dogg with new pistols
And I fill you up with so much lead, all of you niggas will bleed number two pencils
I rips every area known
Its official fashizzel crook is the west coast heir to the throne
Its some ganstas and hustlas who don't give a fck
If you're rolling how we rolling nigga hold your guns up
We rob when were hungry better keep your shit tucked
If you living how we living nigga keep your guns up

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