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Ya'll ready for this I don't think so Yeah Oh Listen to this we gonna come at you All my niggas say jump up Doc broke out the kennel A dog on four paws spitting out the window Jump up It ain't no need to fight We may squeeze the pipe you gonna bleed tonight I eat beans and rice Shit up a storm I walk the streets would sharpen off my arms Dr. Dolittle lit off the bong My bracelet like I raised it off the farm Homegrown thick dirty My family feud dudes who pack twos on survey Jersey am house gun like an elephant snout Pull your ambulance out Your whole team will get bombarded You on target and bombed by some unsigned artists We'll leave your haircut like a blind barber Cut it and gave you a line with fine markers I won't leave till the job is done Till the last brick nigga take your wallet run Doc with the shotty and we go catch a body with Cypress Hill Yeah We don't give a fuck We live it up till the day we die You try to deal with us But you got no blunts to get high You won't be real with us But you're feeling us and you want to ride You try to deal with us But you got no blunts to get high Blunt smoking half a bottle of Remy open You either holding our half ass like semi colon I'll leave you choking on them lollypop rhymes you quoting So hard hell I crack the shell on your candy coating If the shoe fit like Allen I we crew thick Ever since you hit my old chicks a new bitch Ya'll know if I can't eat ya'll can't sleep Plus I'm in denial I can't admit defeat My mind is my glock keep my third eye cocked Bust mines off top leave a rapper's nerve shot Now who's hot and who's not I want the rock and that money in your tube sock Meth the mister if crime is an art then let me paint the picture I'm gone Kodak couldn't even frame the riddler Gorilla meth doc cypress hilla Whoever think they fucking with that let's be reala We don't give a fuck We live it up till the day we die You try to deal with us But you got no blunts to get high You won't be real with us But you're feeling us and you want to ride You try to deal with us But you got no blunts to get high Take the backseat I smash beats Smoke runs through your lungs and flips your brain cells like athletes Running track meets of rhyme from your sheet With a foot long cush bomb look your collapsing Cinco thinko on the brink of On the brink of mental breakdown and shit you wouldn't think of I spread it Reggie changes are better for deadly You want to be friendly on the get high medley Your twisted up burnt out within seconds Cause you couldn't hang with the John Blaze methods Bong hitting dark spitting shark bitten Star stricken glock clicking so stop shitting Enhaled the smoke from the masters lungs You wanna roll off yo I'm they fasted one You wanna test with the cess Well first off that shit is funny Like Kid Rock with his shirt off We don't give a fuck We live it up till the day we die You try to deal with us But you got no blunts to get high You won't be real with us But you're feeling us and you want to ride You try to deal with us But you got no blunts to get high We don't give a fuck We live it up till the day we die You try to deal with us But you got no blunts to get high You won't be real with us But you're feeling us and you want to ride You try to deal with us But you got no blunts to get high