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Tell 'em Kendrick did it, ayywho showed you how to run a blitz?Tell 'em Kendrick did itwho put the West back in front of shit?Tell 'em Kendrick did it, ayyI'm trippin' and I'm lovin' itTell 'em Kendrick did it, like, wha—Hi, have you ever been a joint and you know it?Have you ever had to flip your unemployment?On the dead guys, nigga, I ain't goin'Ayy, on the dead onesWe'll treat an enemigo like some bread crumbsAll of my killers on go, like, who said somethin'?Redrum, all I think about when I see heads comеDo my dance, hit the chop when I see opps goLеt 'em claim itWe the ones who really pop, broDon't televise itWe the ones who lettin' chops blowOpps know, let 'em piss him off and it's a flop showMurder man, singin' murder musicoff a murder vanBeat the pussy up like I been celibateand I murder soundWho is him? One and only shottaknown as murder manCatch you doin' dirtyit's no other way but murder plansI broke her heartand you the type to go and fix itDon't wanna speak if you ain't talkin' 'bout no ticketI'm bougie with it, but I might just let you kiss itHit that block with diamonds on meyou could tell 'em Peysoh did itTell 'em Peysoh did it, ayywho showed you how to run a blitz?Tell 'em Peysoh did itwho put the West back in front of shit?Tell 'em Peysoh did it, ayyI'm trippin' and I'm lovin' itTell 'em Peysoh did it, like, wha—Hi, have you ever been a joint and you know it?Have you ever had to flip your unemployment?On the dead guys, nigga, I ain't goin'Hop out suicide doors, it's the Hitta, manYou don't wanna see them doors slidin' on the CaravanI know killers who was catchin' bodiesand not one fadeI was thirteen up at Avalon, poppin' chainsFourteen, ridin' minibikes with some dead friendsTwenty-one, flag on my head like a TalibanTwenty-five, feelin' like the box, it was full of sandAt the cemetery, fuck that, that's where I could've been142nd, I'm connected like I'm RosecransKinda shit I seen, try and forget and I will pop a Xan'Uppin' scores, doin' filesSacrifices like a boxing ringCan't throw in the towel, pistol-packin' since a childAyy, like it's Iraq, shooter name HusseinRidin' with the dirty blicky, switchy, make a new flameShe said I been a dog all my life, bae, can you change?True to my religion, Cuban linksmore than two chainsTell 'em Hitta did it, ayywho showed you how to run a blitz?Tell 'em Hitta did itwho put the West back in front of shit?Tell 'em Hitta did it, ayyI'm trippin' and I'm lovin' itIt's gettin' down to the wireGet on my Bob the Builder shit, get down with the pliersBeen comin' back-to-back hitshow this nigga ain't tired?I'm with some rockstar bitches, they want Lizzie McGuireI'm switchin' gears, I pop the clutchI'll send a nigga upA risk-taker, I'll call you niggas' bluffIf they hangin' out for realwe come deduct, tuckin' tails, they out of luckWhen it's wartime, they hidin' in the cutY'all had y'all chance, y'all couldn't do itI swear I'm comin' worsethan y'all baby momsI'm puttin' niggas through itThey hate to see me doin' itMeal ticket, I'm pursuin' itI'm in the field for real, UCLA BruinsThey askin' how I do it, how a young nigga so fluentI kept my mouth closedand I ain't never leave no witnessD.O.A. up on the scenetell 'em YoungThreat did it, nigga
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