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WC

"Worldwide Gunnin'"

I can't take it no more
f*ck you n*ggas
f*ck you b*tches
f*ck this rap sh*t
n*gga don't ask me for sh*t
I'm sick of all the cameras
f*ck all you scavengers
Punk ass record labels
Scandalous ass managers
I'll take this microphone and slam it
b*tch I ain't no rapper, ho I'm the hoodsta wit the talent
Shaddy ass f*ck I'll take that ass for the scrilla
Stab you in the neck wit a rusty pair of scissors
Tie your kids to your ankels, watch you sweat and quiver
f*ck you in the ass wit a coat hanger n*gga
Wit no ?compression? for you groupies at all
I'll bite yo' nipples off and throw you in a tub of rubbin alcohol
f*ck all ya'll
My mado for 98
I'm lettin n*ggas have it
Makin the finest b*tches toss my salad
Salty nutts is all I'm givin
All heel the shadiest one that n*gga Dub has arisen

Chorus:
Every world wide gunnin
Put yo' Zigs in air
When it comes to janky sh*t we runnin'
Hold that sh*t
Light that sh*t
Smoke it
When it comes to puttin this ruggish sh*t down yo' I'm the locest

And to the b*tches
Skinny b*tches
Fat bithces
Big b*tches thinkin ya'll could get wit this 9 inches
Outlastin me you must be jokin
Ho I'll leave you on the floor bleedin wit yo pus*y busted open
4 play's for suckers (spits loogy)
I'll spit a loogy in your pus*y f*ck you wit this dirty rubber
Ass cheaks get smacked, clapped, waxed and smacked
f*ck a bed I'm leavin carpet burns all on your back
You ain't ready for a pro you still a rookie
b*tch, me f*ckin you is like stickin razor blades in your pus*y
Big b*tches I'm tackelin and di*k stabbin I'm serious
I'm even runnin red lights diggin you on your period
f*ck a ?n*gga? I'm talkin Motel 6
A tall can and a big black ashy di*k
Let them other n*ggas treat you feed you take you home
I just wanna get a pee on and get up and I'm gone

Chorus: (2x)

Run n*ggas run
n*ggas better strap up and pack up or get slapped cuz here I come (who)
The pus*y banger dice slanger still janky
Jumpin out the Coupe wit a hand full of bloody fangers
And this b*tch I'm strangelin
Heaters I'm swangin the barrel jumpin off
H double O D S T A claimin and ya'll know I'm famous
To all you b*tch politicians what's crackin?
I'll greet you all wit that duce finger thumb action
To all my enemies who wanna get close to me, choke me smoke me
I'll pray to the Lord you all eat sh*t and die slowly
You n*ggas can't fade me face it my sh*t bangs
When it comes to puttin this gangsta sh*t I comes to reign
f*ck this industry I run wit Tune's and CJ
Cuz 99.9% of you n*ggas is straight gay
One night here comes the hoodsta back up
And I clowns puttin the gunanunna runninunrunnin these n*ggas down

Chorus: (2x)

Uh, that's right
f*ck all ya'll
b*tch
Ya'll still can't fade it
WC (muthaf*cka)
f*ck all ya'll

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