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bitch you gotta worry about!

One less,
One less,
One less bitch you gotta worry about!

In reality
A fool is one who believes that all women are
think I gotta say-ahh a lil' something
Lets keep it jumpin' playa (playa)
Ain't too many places that you know about
So everybody in the world, welcome
You gonna believe me now though 
Tryin' to get up in your mind in your body your spirit 
Take your soul 

[Chorus]
Come here girl 
Let me creep
Something's gotta give!

Yeah, you know what I'm sayin? Uhh
Herring homes, unh, martel homes, carver homes, tekwood
Martin luther king, bankhead
the day by the time somthing down
Gotta get better believe I'm gone
Now you can call me the vampire type
Batman livin' in a cave no lights
Seem too
first

(I hope they ready)

A lot of p**** n**** talk like bro
Little runnin' they mouth
That is till run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth
war and peace,
In fact I could be Beast of the East,
Mother fucka,
I never hesitate to blaze,
A nigga really tryin' to change his ways,
We gotta move
It's just something bout the moon and the stars
And the dark blue sky that turns me on
I be chillin' in the day by the time somthing down
Gotta get
teeth in

Fuck what you believe in, you real-fake
Fishin in the same lake, eatin off the same cake you blow face

Who go that ready cook, synthetic
to rappers then you can tell
From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like root canals
I erase all trails, something farther from getting bail
Makes you wanna
It's just something bout the moon and the stars
And the dark blue sky that turns me on
I be chillin' in the day by the time somthing down
Gotta get
teeth in

Fuck what you believe in, you real-fake
Fishin in the same lake, eatin off the same cake you blow face

Who go that ready cook, synthetic
a know that I slang, that I-see-E 

And everybody in the ghetto use nicknames 

Like V-90, Master P, Boz, and Big Man 

My little homies posted up
room?

Now it was five B.A.P hoes and they look like trash
But one was midget, so we'll just say four and a half
I was stuck speechless, couldn't believe
These hoes be lovin' me

Ya gotta be a special lady and a very exciting girl
Yo, I'm slammed, lookin' savy in the back of the crackhouse
In
a tint
Nigga chopper
Better watcha
You slip we gotcha
They say the richest nigga in the click slip they lose
Hang it up your on the news
Partner sings
an icicle?
At five I was hit by a car ridin my tricycle, a hit and run son
Mad young in the hospital receivin stitches made me vicious
Peeping cretons with
but was keeping the biggest slice

Took a while to catch on, to what homey was doing
But by the time we did, all the paperwork was in ruins
Nigga kept
first met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age

Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P
something sexy, spot that ass I gotta STOP 
My rims so shiny they clear like flat-screen plasma
Gals break when they see em' it's hard to breathe like they
an icicle?
At five I was hit by a car ridin my tricycle, a hit and run son
Mad young in the hospital receivin stitches made me vicious
Peeping cretons with
Whisperin hoes and thinkin the p ain't listenin
Chopin over topics
All up in the tropics
Floss just wit it gotta watch who your talkin
Often mislead and wanna
Lay, bring the G-A-G-E
'Cause there's this gang all down the way
We gotta put 'em in check
'Cause that O.G. was talkin' shit
I'm gonna blow his brain
I'm ready
But first I gotta please me and I've mastered that believe me
It's easy!
5 finger romance with the mic hand
Stand back, I'll bust in your
the top then stop
See me something sexy, spot that ass I gotta stop

My rims so shiny they clear like flat screen plasma
Gals faint when they see 'em it's