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envyist of the Lynch Hung
everytime I talk to em foos say he just bought a new gun
and I can feel em from a mile away
fronting like he all that shit but
the neighborhood bully.

Well, the chances are against it, and the odds are slim
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
'Cause there's a noose
by society
And I know you don't care about me

Amadou Diallo, they killed him for nuttin'
No crime he did not do!
And just like him there were others
Don't talk about me baby
Don't talk behind my back
Don't talk about me baby
Don't talk about me like that

The ladies act
It attracts
his fist in a clinch
To hang and to lynch
To hide 'neath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain't got no name
But it ain't him
and to lynch
To hide 'neath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain't got no name
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game
to paint the frogs
Now I paint moustaches on dangerous dogs
He said, Sometimes it's a country; sometimes it's a girl
You know, everybody got to have
somewhere
Cut up the bodies nigga, I'm leave one there and one there
It was sum like a nightmare, kiss her and slit nigga,
I don't fight fair or might
Alright, alright this is how it went

I saw her in the woods by herself I had a knife
Perfect opportunity to take another life
Unfortunately I'm fucking
ruby charm by your silver locket.

Kicked in the ass and thinking
Just to never do correction,
And when it comes to the gadgets, baby,
I hope i made
to the dome, eternally it's on
Yeah,

Straight Mo Thug nigga return from the Claire
Test this hustler better not dare
We talkin' about distributing llelo
if master listenin', cover your ears, he 'bout to mention

Complexion (two-step)
Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a Zulu love)
Complexion
with, mad bitches we don't fuck with
I don't fuck with them chickens unless they last name is cutlet
Let it soak in, like seasonin'
And tell 'em, tell 'em
full of pop stars

And I've been thinking lots about your mouth
A conversation superseded by the way he talks
I'd be an anchor but I'm scared you'd
see you jingle it baby
You got a big ass bell?
Let me see you jingle it baby

Wanna talk about cars? Let's talk about it
Wanna talk about houses? Let's
Fry your guts like sizziline
Have your homie reminiscing' about your gangsta lean
Nigga, it ain't no fuckin' with my clique
You can dial 911, but it
She says they don't talk enough
He feels like she talks too much
She sites her years of patience
In all their conversations
He sits down turns TV up
everybody always pickin' on me 
I tried to talk and tell tham chill I did nothing to deserve 
This But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real
Jr. wave high to planes
Say bye to lames don't buy they game
If he ain't scored in the first half bench his ass
If you play wit' my money I'm a lynch
Jr. wave high to planes
Say bye to lames don't buy they game
If he ain't scored in the first half bench his a**
If you play wit' my money I'm a lynch
know the world
Will overcome its' pain
The simple fact
I dream about it
Already makes it
Happen in the rain


It's right in front
But you don't face it
They want to get a statement for jesus' sake
It's like a talking to the wall
He's incommunicado no comment to make
He's saying nothing at all
like you to meet my friend Bob
(Huh?)

Say hi Bob
(Hi Bob)
Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause Bob sits at home
We want to believe we take the bait
We take it hook and line

[Chorus]
It's small talk don't you know what I heard about so and so
Can't wait
picture as I can see
But I don't care he looks so good to me
Do re mi fa so la ti
Forget about the dough and think about me

Do re mi fa so la ti
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