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You don`t stop, you keep on(X3)

Fashion-
Hey it`s the junkyard nigga, kid, you know what I`m about
Puffin` on a fat one, guzzlin` a Guinness Stout
Bonin` BITCHES on a regular, word up, my game is lethal
That`s my word, I`m tellin ya
Livin` foul like a motherfucka, that`s the way it`s been
Ever since I was a shorty, sucker
So don`t even try to flex, I`ll put a round in your chest
And leave you in a fuckin` mess
Niggas know my style they be playin`, if I have to catch a body
I will, know what I`m sayin`?
Niggas from Corona don`t be havin` it, you put your face in my grill
I`ll be stabbin` it
You fuck around and catch a bad one, I`ll kill you like a 6pack
And put you in a bag, son
And I still ain`t frontin`, fully loaded keg shells
Ready to go huntin`

You don`t stop, you keep on(X2)
Many MC`s that defeated me, please wave your arm
You don`t stop, you keep on(X2)
Many MC`s that defeated me, please wave your arm

Psycho Les-
I come equipped with shit that`s fucken wicked, damn
Niggers cant fuck with the program
I take a stand and look down the clip
I take a swig and then spark up the spliff(boom)
Niggas know the time with The Beatnuts funk
John Wayne got smoked when I popped the trunk, punk
I told you once and I won`t tell you twice, I smoke the blunts
And we won`t pay the price
For pussy or any fuckin` mass , plus I`m raw dogstyle
In your girls ass, ho, OOH! I think I just came
Stud`s break didn`t work, I guess it`s all in your brain
Shit smells like demon spirit, herb that funk like this
Punk, you can`t come near it, so fear it
Or you`ll go out like the priest
Don`t you know that I`m the wicked nigga from the East,Coast

You don`t stop, you keep on(X2)
Many MC`s have disappeared, please wave your arm
(A third of the trio in the house)
You don`t stop, you keep on(X2)
Many MC`s have disappeared, please wave your arm

Fashion-
Ooh child, motherfuckas bound with the licks
Oh shit`, I`m hittin` niggas sick with my tricks
So throw up styles that blow up whiles I go
On with the flow, better act like you know, hey
But I won`t take no prisoners, got shit for his-n`-hers
Fucks up you all, when the nuts have a ball
Cause we don`t play, blast brains with the smoker
Get fucked up when we toke with the joker
And, never let me see you cryin` heads start to fly
And it`s time for their dyin`
And I`ma get real deep, fall into a sleep
Knock a freak in my sheets, man, fuck countin` sheep
And come on, step on up and meet my Tek
Either fill you full of wholes, or ring your fuckin` neck
`Cause I`ma let off and bust a shot in your eye
Make way motherfucks, it`s the real superfly!

Yeah, yeah, yo,yo,yo, HO
Where the fuck is my liquor?

YOU, BITCH!

You don`t stop, you keep on(X3)

Fashion-
Hey it`s the junkyard nigga, kid, you know what I`m about
Puffin` on a fat one, guzzlin` a Guinness Stout
Bonin` BITCHES on a regular, word up, my game is lethal
That`s my word, I`m tellin ya
Livin` foul like a motherfucka, that`s the way it`s been
Ever since I was a shorty, sucker
So don`t even try to flex, I`ll put a round in your chest
And leave you in a fuckin` mess
Niggas know my style they be playin`, if I have to catch a body
I will, know what I`m sayin`?
Niggas from Corona don`t be havin` it, you put your face in my grill
I`ll be stabbin` it
You fuck around and catch a bad one, I`ll kill you like a 6pack
And put you in a bag, son
And I still ain`t frontin`, fully loaded keg shells
Ready to go huntin`

You don`t stop, you keep on(X2)
Many MC`s that defeated me, please wave your arm
You don`t stop, you keep on(X2)
Many MC`s that defeated me, please wave your arm

Psycho Les-
I come equipped with shit that`s fucken wicked, damn
Niggers cant fuck with the program
I take a stand and look down the clip
I take a swig and then spark up the spliff(boom)
Niggas know the time with The Beatnuts funk
John Wayne got smoked when I popped the trunk, punk
I told you once and I won`t tell you twice, I smoke the blunts
And we won`t pay the price
For pussy or any fuckin` mass , plus I`m raw dogstyle
In your girls ass, ho, OOH! I think I just came
Stud`s break didn`t work, I guess it`s all in your brain
Shit smells like demon spirit, herb that funk like this
Punk, you can`t come near it, so fear it
Or you`ll go out like the priest
Don`t you know that I`m the wicked nigga from the East,Coast

You don`t stop, you keep on(X2)
Many MC`s have disappeared, please wave your arm
(A third of the trio in the house)
You don`t stop, you keep on(X2)
Many MC`s have disappeared, please wave your arm

Fashion-
Ooh child, motherfuckas bound with the licks
Oh shit`, I`m hittin` niggas sick with my tricks
So throw up styles that blow up whiles I go
On with the flow, better act like you know, hey
But I won`t take no prisoners, got shit for his-n`-hers
Fucks up you all, when the nuts have a ball
Cause we don`t play, blast brains with the smoker
Get fucked up when we toke with the joker
And, never let me see you cryin` heads start to fly
And it`s time for their dyin`
And I`ma get real deep, fall into a sleep
Knock a freak in my sheets, man, fuck countin` sheep
And come on, step on up and meet my Tek
Either fill you full of wholes, or ring your fuckin` neck
`Cause I`ma let off and bust a shot in your eye
Make way motherfucks, it`s the real superfly!

Yeah, yeah, yo,yo,yo, HO
Where the fuck is my liquor?

YOU, BITCH!

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