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The Purge

The Purge

[Young Buck:]
Picked the Harley up on one wheel
Told Menace I'm pulling up in Compton it's a done deal
Cookie jars keep my lungs filled
Bitch it's Buckshots pray to god that no one's killed
Brought the Neighborhoods and Gangsters out
A country nigga did it, that's something to think about
Still scraping the ground in low-lows on these broke hoes
I got rich of the shit you put in your nose

Chopper on me while I'm sliding down Melrose
Watch for the "Hello's"
Everybody don't sell O's
Khaki shorts and some long socks
Stroll down Figueroa getting a bankroll from a known thot
I don't need yours I brought my own Glock
These pussies played with my name like I'm gone stop
I only stayed in this game cause it's no Pac
And I'm not finished popping up a few opps

[Jody Lo:]
The way I broke this brick down you'd think I do karate
Way I went from broke to rich so quick they think illuminati
Load that we just got in weigh a lil more than a human body
Sleeping in the trap house til' I wake up in a new Bugatti
Don't matter how you feed ya kids as long as you provide it
I'm unemployed and giving work out like a supervisor
Big mac 11 you want beef then I'm gone super size it
All black from head to toe just like a scubadiver
You wanna rap beef with who? you must be suicidal
You'd be surprised at what they do to get some new subscribers
Supposed to be my dog he just a snake but I see through disguises
Tried to cross me and I cut you off you act like you surprised
I'd be surprised if I hit you up and you survive it
Cause we gone pull up on you deep like that dude from Verizon
I put the G in designer that mean I move in silence
Just another G in designer I'm in the mood for violence
Niggas wanna make peace but I'm too got damn violent
Put the stick to yo neck like a goddamn violin
Really got my work cut out for me if you my rival
You need to get up out the streets and go get you a bible
Cause everybody ain't built for this
Cant be out here playing niggas really get killed for this
Tryna diss me on a song ain't gone get you hot
That ain't gone ever get you on that's just gone get you shot

Sticks hanging out the whip it look just like a popsicle
Pull up banging out ya shit and send you to the hospital
Tried to run they shot him in his back and then he got crippled
Next time we seen him after that he had the cops with em
Know you see it poking out my shirt I got the Glock with me
Had to tuck it in my waist cause it wont fit in my pocket
Extended clips tend to jam that's why I got the stock in it
And once you get me started ain't no stopping but I'm stopping it

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