Crucial Conflict - 2 Bogus

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[Hook: X 4]
  We bogus bogus and mafia!
  Say what?
  Stand tall when this shit jump off
  Better back back down
  Got a wild wolf pack attack
  We'll body snatch em, crack em
  Detach and smack em
  Run from the gun finna have you some
  Spin em around ready to drown em
  Missin arm leg leg arm head they found em stankin
  Cuz he wasn't ready for the wild gankin
  Blindfold execution style
  Certified straight lunatic bucked
  Good county bounty rowdy better be audi
  Bangers fulla anger, step into my chamber
  Oh I'm finna hang ya, rodeo ranglers
  Ride, east coast west coast
  In the middle, down south, 2 bogus
  Hypnotized Minds with the Conflict bumpin
  Your trunk and we steady dumpin
  [Crunchy Black]
  It's a motherfuckin stick up
  Giddy your shit up
  Three 6 finna tear the motherfuckin club up
  Crucial Conflict, click I roll with
  Better get a bitch, war and straight gun up
  Gimme that money, ain't shit funny
  Fuckin with a motherfuckin nigga from down south
  Nigga think I'm ?tray? hoe I ain't ?tray?
  Find this gun in your motherfuckin mouth, test me baby
  If you think I'm playin, proof test me baby
  If you know what I'm sayin
  Got a couple motherfuckin niggas over here prayin
  Got a couple motherfuckin niggas over here layin
  Face down in the ground hopin dead they live
  You ain't Mafia, you don't know the deal
  Representin Memphis to the fullest and I got my gat
  But it ain't where you from it's where you at
  I'm in the golden, nigga
  [Hook X 4]
  Well if your city's hardest
  Man have you seen the lives I feel that I have lived before
  Paid to do my same life
  Hopin I don't get dropped bogus for nothin I do
  Smoke Hay like them playas back in the 50's, it's a new
  We in the cell too
  We could get clink claks and thousand suits
  Lizard boots, a ring or two
  How you move to the blue, how you call us crew
  Fool, be cool what's cool, you snooze you lose
  Me and my down south niggas rule
  Fuck the other nigga, we pay dues too
  [Juicy J]
  This goes out to all my niggas
  Flippin cheese and countin figures
  Put your boy up in the picture
  Knowin I wanna be down with ya
  Memphis niggas, Chi-Town niggas
  Clicked up like notorious killas
  Never focused, always bogus
  Blunts and guns is all we totin
  Constantly rollin, constantly rollin
  Tight on white but weed I'm smokin
  Every corner playas postin
  Eyes are red from dope we chokin
  All your hoes they blowin kisses
  Pay attention to our pimpin
  Flict, Nino, and the Juice
  We tear the club up thugs and bitches
  Bone solid! Cuz papa was a rolling stone
  Gotta get em on and it's on but in the terror zone
  Havin visions of glistens my posse ridin
  Dippin in my stridin
  Never slippin, just slidin, canivin
  Bogus bogus nigga hopeful
  Got that mossberg
  Send the word, Kilo
  Not because the mac spittin potent dope
  And this overdose, comatose
  We gon rush and drain your mind
  It's a Conflict in the ghetto
  And we livin in crucial times
  [Hook X 4]
  [Lord Infamous]
  Scarecrow is frozen, not frozen and cold
  We the cold terrorists, we have entered this city Chicago
  Cruical the Conflict the Memphis streets is
  Now you niggas know you can't break (..?..)
  I'ma let this mob take off
  Won't stop until I knock it off
  The left fill it up till it wet and erupt
  Erupt like muggin my type busta
  Come get up in the middle of an inner city riddle
  Wanna fill a figure up, and not just a little
  Feel my force, of course you're hoarse
  >From the rusty point of Scarecrow's sickle
  Stabbin up thorugh the ?vouches?
  Lord Infamous shock absorbin
  I'm squishin like project roaches
  Cuz we be the niggas 2 bogus 2 bogus
  Smile for the bullhorn the alarm to run
  Gun got me so gone hit em son
  We the number one young gun
  Hold em up or fold em up son no love for none
  Run up and get done punk
  Hit em up jump straight bucked
  When it dump it come bullet'll thump ya junk
  It's on fool pull the wrong move
  And soon lose ya like Lucifer
  In the middle make a fool of ya
  Ruin ya nigga choose and get abused ya crushed
  Huh? Where ya nuts son?
  I got Chicago straight Chicago
  98 shit figured up on John Doe
  In the roll no flow peepin at all
  Close to coast close to crawl
  Bump em all, put em in shock
  Cuz ya can't walk or walk
  If ya know who the boss, pack it up
  Ya lost, say what?
  [Hook (till fade)]

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