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Chorus: There`s only so much time left in this crazy world I`m just crumblin` erb, I`m just crumblin` erb Niggaz can`t let niggaz they don`t understand (what`s the master plan) I`m just crumblin` erb, I`m just crumblin` erb Verse Two: Big Boi So check me out, see Once in a while when niggaz be tryin to test me I gets frisky Grab a pint of golden whiskey then they swing but shit they missed me huh I`m gettin nice with them thangs, because I do like that You heard me on the radio and yes my man I`m true to dat I run my lyrics the way y`all wanna hear em And shoot my dice like it`s the brick the way that wall done flicks em Nigga, so ring around the roses diamonds around my neck from flexin But I`m runnin niggaz over like a ninety-fo` Lexus, test it Ten millimeters count em nigga fuckin high See I added a millimeter for y`all niggaz doin crimes and drivebys Kiss yo` ass bye-bye, sayanora suckers I flipped the script and turned the page ain`t scared of you motherfuckers Be boppin shots, like them hoes be poppin coochies and I still be spreadin bullets like them freaks be spreadin cooties So look here niggaz, I`m Huntin Red October I said my shit and ran my lyrics and now my verse is over Chorus Verse Three: Big Boi, Andre Wooo! Big Boi Got a type of nugget, blunt box, it`s empty That`s where the erb be droppin, it`s simply marvelous time is tickin But some of that time when I be layin vocals in the Dungeon Sugar Bear and Mon be smokin ounces like it ain`t nuttin It ain`t shit, to take another hit so hit it of the canibus seteva weed reefer yeah smoke shit It`s all day any til they label me deceased so fire up another one and smoke out and fuck the world peace We, is gonna smoke out, until we choke out like some merry men, cowards I be buryin Comin around my shop with that see nigga you gets nothin just like DJ do the cuttin I be havin your posse duckin nothin but King Shit, I am askin, sucka can you hand That player with the pepper throwin salt off in your game Sprinkle sprinkle motherfucker don`t be cryin on me That stuff the sess be in my chest until I`m chillin in peace, yeah Chorus
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