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[E-40]
My killers don't take out dopefiends, my killers take out factors
My killers ain't even from out here dude
My killers some out-of-town freelancers
Professional hitsmen vanilla(?) hoppers up under they belt
Broccolis(?) up under they belt
A gang of silent murder beefs up under they belt
"Forty, there go that nigga

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that sold you that half-a-cake last week on the set"
You mean that (??) for that synthetic dope
that ripped me, that shit that was wet kid?
Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin
Within the next few days, potnah came up missin
See a lot of these niggaz bitch up
and crack under pressure when it's time to face it
Get to bumpin they gums, rollin over
breakin the rules and regulations
Wild nigga not stickin to the script
and get the jacket put on yo' ass for life
What jacket? Batch, this jacket:
That reliable source, that rat, the head of mice
That's why we can't