| Hey! |
| I went to school with them pussy ass niggas
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| They ain’t worth shit
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| Man I remember when that nigga used to be ridin? |
| in that fucked up ass pontiac
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| And that shit was god damn sittin? |
| outside
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| He had it posted up like that mother fucker was hard
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| That nigga ain’t hard, that no hand ass nigga who he be runnin? |
| with
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| That nigga ain’t shit neither, he was up at south side
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| Big boy poppin? |
| cuz he make that bank hit bounce shit
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| I almost slapped his punk ass one day in the lunch room
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| He ain’t, god damn. |
| I seen him, god damn when whistlin? |
| down the street
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| Talkin? |
| bout he need a ride, what kinda nigga need a ride?
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| They made whistle while you twurk, And thats functionin?
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| Ain’t these some hatin ass niggas? |
| Now look at this shit
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| I asked that nigga to run me up the street when he got that god damn Impala
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| He said nah, now that was some fucked up ass shit
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| Them ol? |
| pussy ass niggas can suck my dick! |
| (faggots)
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| Im goin? |
| back mother fucker from the 6 zone
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| The same crippled mother fucker got picked on
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| I ain’t never really have shit, holme
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| But a hard time and cold in my spit, holme
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| Now certain that wasn’t workin? |
| shit, holme
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| Man some label me a bitch, holme
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| The only plan is im bout to get rich, holme
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| If u don? |
| t like what im sayin?, suck my dick, holme!
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| Poppin? |
| pills and niggas droppin? |
| and fallin? |
| off the fuckin block
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| Some niggas doin? |
| good and some niggas on crack rocks
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| Some of these niggas make a hell livin? |
| in the game
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| Some of these niggas may try but it seems they can’t
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| Cuz when they come down, they see this shit get hard
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| I know you try to be a man but that shit get hard
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| If you got it on your chest nigga speak your mind
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| In your ass get it wrong, you gon leave by nine! |
| (Now)
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| I remember when that nigga D-roc?s mama used to be candy lady
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| That nigga had to go come strait home from school
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| And could never go outside and play
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| That lil punk ass boy, I always told him he wasn’t never gon blow up in this
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| shit
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| But he still wanna be in this shit and he start runnin? |
| with god damn Kain
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| Like they were really gon blow up bein? |
| the Ying Yang Twins
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| Them ol? |
| punk ass niggas! |
| (Where your handicap sign at?)
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| Busta bustas nothin? |
| else but bustas
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| Glustlas on a nigga pinky make em mug us
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| Grills, my squad conceal upon here
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| Crips, they gats conceal upon here
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| Off the river deep down
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| With crip then be quietKnown from the east to the fuckin? |
| west side
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| Nigga down to ride cuz im soldierfied
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| Never swallow my pride and you can check my height
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| Look nigga Im gon run your bone and try to get with
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| To put this shit in, now you shaken like a bitch
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| Fuck that shit, a nigga sayin you tryin to sound like me
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| So Im gon bust you in the lip like we shoppin? |
| for free
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| And you? |
| re at a low of words for a cat
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| Got your tongue with the gat
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| Got your mouth wide open, so who wanna… Oh u think your The Don?!
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| Ha ha; |
| that ain’t so, now its real nigga im a step in to let you fuckin? |
| know!
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| Hey, you remember that nigga Ed used to walkin? |
| tall
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| He walkin? |
| tall, god he got em beat, he got them golds
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| He think his pockets swole
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| Them niggas still ain’t got it goin? |
| on
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| He walkin? |
| around tellin? |
| his holmes like a lil punk ass boy
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| I used to give him his way all the time, he just loved talkin? |
| shit
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| Now he think he walkin? |
| tall
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| Cuz he got that whistle while he twurk! |
| (I heard he still stay wit this mama)
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| Middle of the road ah
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| Watch out for them rollas
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| Pimpin Glock, told us
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| Thick like soldiers
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| If ya? |
| ll ain’t ready, ya? |
| ll gon get it
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| You bitch ass niggas can’t really fuck with it
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| Better watch out for them boys
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| And here up on the map
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| Wherever I stop and rest, best believe Im gon to snap
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| You c? |
| mon up in here now them niggas wanna hate em
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| We already on the top of that shit so them niggas can’t break us
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| Drop you like a tree, sting you like a bee
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| You make me mad now im knockin? |
| out your fuckin? |
| teeth
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| We can take it to the streets, If you ready then its on
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| Beat you like your daddy then see your ass on
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| A dead man walkin?, a deaf nigga listenin?
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| A blind nigga lookin?, a crippled nigga flippin?
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| No leg nigga runnin?, a no hand nigga slap ya |
| Thats some fucked up shit if no hand nigga slap ya! |
| (Ha)
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| That nigga must be tellin? |
| the truth cuz he a no hand ass mother fucker
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| Tried to slap me with that mother fucker but he missed
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| I already knew that mother fucker wasn’t shit when he first said that shit
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| That ol? |
| punk ass boy, And his god damn car he ever had broke down comin?
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| down the street
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| That mother fucker just fell, that was some funny ass shit
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| Yea! |
| And remember when we ran that punk ass nigga out from South Side?
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| And god damn he ran straight up to his crib in the complete other alley
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| How come this mother fucker hadnt learned yet
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| That was some fucked up ass shit, It was funny though
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| It was funny to me cuz this mother fucker think this other nigga gonna help him
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| And everybody started turnin? |
| their back on himI already knew he wasn’t shit
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| and he never gon be shit and he ain’t never gon mount to shit!
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| (Repeat 3 times)
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| Fuck the Ying Yang Twins! |
| They ain’t shit
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| They ain’t ridin on dubs! |
| They ain’t shit
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| They got them golds in they mouth, but they ain’t shit
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| They ain’t shit! |
| They ain’t shit!
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| Fuck the Ying Yang Twins! |