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We can freak it out what, we can freak it out
We can freak it out what, we can freak it out
We can freak it out what, we can freak it out
We can freak it out what, we can freak it out
We can freak it out what, we can freak it out
We can freak it out what, we can freak it out
We can freak it out what, we can freak it out
We can freak it out what, we can freak it out
Aiyo my baby moms hardly let me see my child
Niggas see me in the streets ask why I don't smile
But that's why nigga because my life is a mess
And I'm sellin' records now but I still feel stress
Never had a legal job all I sold was drugs
And I still got my moms and the rest of my thugs
But my pops ain't here, don't that seem so foul?
And I'm drinkin' everyday on the wrong route
I can't wait for the day when Capone come out
No doubt, my M.U. niggas thuggin' it out
So what what? All my niggas just fuck a Kurupt
Tell them niggas where they stand at, where they end up what
My niggas mash from NY to LA first class
Drinkin' Dom's out the bottle, fuck a glass
My niggas peep it, sit back and hold a secret
Fuck Kurupt nigga what? Yeah we can freak it
Drink somethin', get somethin', strip somethin'
Quick somethin', somethin' my niggas can stick somethin'
Just try and see the new millenium came
I'm invincible with my abdominium frame
The men are gone, ten are gone, poetic the Pentagon
None silenced they all un-violence
The long story, wars over territory
The masses only left Kurupt and Nore
Known to spit brimstone, fire and magma
With magnums and multi minis and multi semis
I pays no rent, cars with no lease
Got eight killers with badges, I pay police
It's a freak fest, east to west, no more wars
Bomb girls features new beaches and new shores
Baby's soft as peaches, soft as a plum
Ain't no fun if the homies can't have none bitch
It don't matter what you think, you can't see me
If you wanna freak with me, now do you wanna freak with me?
Cause you ain't got the skills to freak with me
Now do you wanna freak with me, do you wanna freak with me?
I'm zoned, Nore and Kurupt on roam
And we won't stop bustin' til Capone come home
Girls be followin' the presidente of entre
Words of war, nigga I'm the black Frank Sinatra
N-O-R-E, Nore, K-U-R-U-P-T
Kurupt pistol ready to dump like fuck
A whole battalion of violent gallant stylin' stallions
That stampede girl I can tell you a freak
Yo N-O-R-E, Thugged Out and D.P.G
You know it's only thug niggas that be fuckin' with me
So where the cash at? Yo where Snoop and where Daz at?
Whether you blood or cuz, you a thug or you was
I get super drunk while y'all niggas get a buzz
So let me spit on this and let me shit on this
Thugged Out is the label, Murder Unit's the click
And them bitches don't like us can suck our dicks, what?
It don't matter what you think, you can't see me
If you wanna freak with me, now do you wanna freak with me?
Cause you ain't got the skills to freak with me
Now do you wanna freak with me, do you wanna freak with me?
We can freak it out what, we can freak it out
We can freak it out what, we can freak it out
We can freak it out what, we can freak it out
We can freak it out what, we can freak it out
We can freak it out what, we can freak it out
We can freak it out what, we can freak it out
We can freak it out what, we can freak it out
We can freak it out what, we can freak it out
From east coast to west coast





























