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Fucked Up Year Of The Pig

the flesh pay no mind to the hide Pigs at the trough slit and squeal Done up and stuck like a pig for a meal Painted and tied and dressed up Get it on

are a couple 69ing It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, nigga... fuck your couch nigga! You screaming 'fuck the world' with your middle finger up

back and was born in the trap Screw face when they roll up It's cool nigga hold up So my son don't grow up To be a muthafuckin' Cop killa 911 is a muthafuckin

that time is up? You've crossed the finish line going in the wrong direction. What shall it be? What about it, ya man? When you spent your life in a few years

standing up than die on my knees You think you can do anything you want to do To my crew when you come through, man fuck you Shooting up South Central

the motherfuckers ?? Caddy like our own A sack of fruit and a bong like my own Some might say, take a chill D But fuck that shit there's a pig trying

I 'rock the mic' Light up like Showtime when they about to fight How bout dat, boy, when that truck ride 38's Your middle finger up at the light, I'm

The homeboys blastin, cop cars crashin Got all smashin hearts of assassins Hold up there's the cut (what?), duck Cock back, soon as you look up, nigga dump See the stick-up

puttin.. [THE PIG] Put the shit out now! [Raekwon] I ain't puttin shit out!! [THE PIG] UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL! [*everything gets chaotic*] [THE PIG] UP