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You be chillin' dis honky be illin'
on your mark ready set let's go
duck killin' pro I know you know
I go psycho when my old gun hit
just can't sit
gotta get ducky wit it
ohh that's it now black dog come ride
JOELB all up in my eye
you got a new Avery with the tag in it
give it to the ice, blood on, let's spin
everybody hatin' on me
glancin' at the dog
wish your bling was dancin' on da leg
here with this Zigler kid
mokey-moke right from da Exxon dig
I just burned it
it's for the look I don't inhale it
don't got no itchy funk like FlavaFlave
give it up ducky make it feel like foreplay
yo my membership is infinite
ha ha
IceMan & Kota style's all in it
na na na na na na na nana
na na na na nana
gettin ducky wit it
what you wanna hunt with the kid
watch your step you might fall
trying to do what I did
mama-unh mama-unh mama cusa
if you go to the clubhouse watch out for the tub
no love for the haters
mad cause I got North Bridge on my draw
see me on the SouthWest side with my girl
met Moo Z he told me I'm the greatest
I got the fever for the flavor of Hamburger Helper
HZ fool another
from the king of this
your highness
no funky chicks ride in his Blazer
south to the west to the east to the north
Shoot his shots and watch 'em go off a go off
ah yes yes yall ya don't stop
in the winter not the (summertime)
I makes it hot
and you can't get ducky wit 'em
ride in style if you need a lift
who's the kid in the mini-bus
who else Marcus
Shootin' that shots some consider a myth
rock from south spray da north Bridge
teal used to tease me
give it to me now nice but not easy
BlackCloud moved up like George and Wheezey
8 in the bag to the maximum I be askin' 'em
would you like to shoot with the brother that's packin' um
never see Ice attackin' 'em
I rather watchin' Anchorman with Bradly and 'em
flatten 'em
psyche
wiskey drinkin' you thought I took a spill
but I didn't
mess with the boys in 3Riv its hittin'
don't roll up here with them hawg balls
crib for my buds on the outskirts of da Burg
you trying to flex on me
don't be silly
I am ducky wit it
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The thirty minutes of slack after lunch, go by much faster now that Holley and Iceman are rhyming again.
DJ Hiz-olly... cold trippin'
Was bum'in cause some ol school killas had to make their roll
Still think'in bout the days we had n ducks that paid the toll
Some was hard an other days the ducks dey fell like rain
Hangin wid dem boys was always work'in to my gain.
Da whack n stack for me and mine ain't never gonna change
My boys be flipp'in anything dat might be close ta range
Gon fun wid da new blood an help 'em all see how
My riva homies bring da heat and always come to wow.
Come on newbies, bring yo game, da kill'ins gon be done
We'll be workin, huntin hard, we gonna run and gun
You found da best, you aint seen a club rockin like we do.
Killin by da thousands, but it ain't nothing new.
We be killin and thrillin like some mid evil vilan
Kickin it hard, countin ducks by the million
We workem tight from out of sight like you wish you could
Killin is our bidness, and bidness is good!
We're done quick, I told you fool I'm gon get mine
Done by 8 an chillin back at Betty's befo 9.
Chocolate pie for all an coffee hits da spot
Back at lunch befo da buffet vittles all get got.
So bring yo best, fo da ol school riva boys to see
If you ain't got no game, don't come cryin back to me.
Iceman teaches school at night, to get you in the mix
Cause he usually ain't done kill'in til 4 or sometimes 6.
Fo real I'm lookin forward ta hangin wid da crew
Cuttin ducks, tellin lies and chawin chew or two
Countin days til makin my favorite mornin call
"Shootin time, load em up, it's time to make em fall."