| Exclusively, ridin on them deuces G
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| Talkin 'bout what your gameplan used to be
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| They got us choppin up game through the fog and smoke
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| We came a long way but still we got so far to go
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| Yeah I know I got 4 to go, so with these bars I flow
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| At a pace for the papes I thank y’all should know
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| I lace it properly for property, it really ain’t no stoppin me
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| And plus I’m tryin to get my money on like Monopoly
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| Politickin economy, if I could be a made nigga
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| Smokin on e’ry nigga, balled out paid nigga
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| Keepin it real, I’m still deep in the field
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| Deep with the skills for the bills
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| I got the million dollar mouthpiece with no gold grill
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| I bring the thrill like Will Clark
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| I will bust I will spark and flame in the booth
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| You blind you shoulda saw it when I came in the booth
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| I serve the thunder, that shit that’ll brang in the roof
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| My niggas, stack riches, mack bitches
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| Blow fast Swishers with my folks, act vicious with my folks
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| Sav livin with my vo-cals, Outlaw like my nigga No-ble
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| Fuckin bad bitches at the hotel
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| There’s nothin to a boss, man we live it up
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| Smash for the cash and respect so when we mash niggas give it up
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| I got no time for that fake shit
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| Jersey to the Bay niggas thuggin even bitches thinkin they sick
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| So nigga basically the world is a ghetto
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| Play a nigga out his scratch, he gon' be twirled in a meadow
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| I keep it real with niggas that be true to me
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| There’s nothin you can do to me
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| My crew is deep and real niggas rule the streets
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| Lace your Timbs, polish your gators, we like odds in Vegas
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| You can’t ball then it’s probably the haters
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| Can’t breathe then it’s probably the desert, if you a gangster or not
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| I give a fuck dawg, bullets is hot
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| And every nigga gon' cry when he hit
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| The more pain the more blood drain, he ain’t survivin shit
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| And your niggas ain’t gon' ride for shit, they know
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| If they came through everybody in the X-5 is hit
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| Red rag or blue rag, niggas die for this
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| The Game the reason all these niggas on that «Cali Love» shit
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| Compton niggas get grimy too, pull you out of that 6
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| Fuck you up like one time’ll do
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| And I dare y’all to stop on the 'Shaw, and King Boulevard
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| Pull it hard, Doogie Howser pullin bullets out your jaw
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| Turn your round trip into a one-way ticket
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| You can visit, but you can not lie and kick it
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| It’s time for me to shine, life on the grind, life on the line
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| Feelin like I’m runnin out of time
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| It’s now or never, chasin this cheddar 'til things get better
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| These streets got me hungry as ever
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| Can’t stop can’t change, young Sav stuck in the game
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| Everyday we gotta hustle and slang, struggle and strain
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| To bubble, weed plus the 'caine to juggle
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| Organize the brains and muscle
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| You like Sammy did Gotti, told 'em we kamikaze
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| Like those whiteboys ain’t heedin the robbery
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| Told 'em we ride around in them cars on them big wheels
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| In the killing field makin 100 bills on the P-700 Pirelli wheels
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| Marshall Faulk in to ball again in this day to day scrimmage
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| 'Bout the spinach this game is relentless where we livin
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| Niggas’ll 32 round ya, kick you on the ground
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| After they down ya, sneak ya and plot ya, Heckler & Koch ya
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| Got ya body bein scrutinized by a flock of doctors
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| Still an unsolved mystery, statistically, history
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| A Get Low nigga victory by fuckin with my credibility |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Exclusively (Featuring Ive Low, Young Noble, Tha Gamblaz, Double D) , by - JT The Bigga Figga. Song from the album Hustle Relentless, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп