| Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood
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| Ain't nothing changed, still holla at my homies
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| Oh, and when I hit the block I still will kill
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| And I don't want to, nigga, but I will if I got to
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| Kill, if niggas get to fucking around
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| If niggas get to fucking around
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| Yeah, respect come from admiration and fear
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| You can admire me or you could catch one in your wig
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| You see the Testarossa, the toaster's right on my lap
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| So if a nigga get out of line then nigga get clapped
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| I got an arsenal, an infantry I'm built for this mentally
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| That's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do
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| Front on me now, nigga, I'll be the end of you
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| Forget your enemies and think of what your friends'll do
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| I drop a bag off, then let a mag off
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| The Heckler and Koch'll tear half of your ass off
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| I'm not for the games, I'm not for all the playing
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| The hollow tips rain when I unleash the pain
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| Get the message from the lines or get the message from the nine
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| Paint a picture with words, you can see when I shine
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| Put my back on the wall, nigga, watch me go for mine
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| I let 21 shots off at the same time, yeah
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| Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood
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| Ain't nothing changed, still holla at my homies
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| Oh, and when I hit the block I still will kill
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| And I don't want to, nigga, but I will if I got to
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| Kill, if niggas get to fucking around
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| If niggas get to fucking around
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| Yeah, where I'm from death is always in the air, homie
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| Nana love me so you know she say my prayers for me
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| I come creeping through the hood wearing Teflon
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| Hit the corners, motherfuckers get left on
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| Niggas know, if not they better check my background
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| Try and stick me I'll fill your back with mac rounds
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| Ask Preme, nigga, 50 don't back down
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| I kick it funky like fiends in the crack house
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| Cross the line, boy, I'mma air ya ass out
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| Screw your face at me I wanna know what that's 'bout
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| Nigga I know you ain't mad I done came up
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| And if you are, fuck you cause I ain't change up
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| The O.G.'s wanna talk, but I don't know these niggas
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| And I ain't did no business with 'em, I don't owe these niggas
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| A minute of my time, I get it cause I grind
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| All across the globe like the world's mine, yeh
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| Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood
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| Ain't nothing changed, still holla at my homies
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| Oh, and when I hit the block I still will kill
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| And I don't want to, nigga, but I will if I got to
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| Kill, if niggas get to fucking around
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| If niggas get to fucking around
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| Now tell me have you ever looked off in the distance
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| And seen the mac aiming at your head, mane?
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| Before you know it life is flashing, reminiscing
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| And your body is dripping and full of lead, mane
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| I done been there, I done copped that
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| It ain't never been a question, I'm bout that
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| Don't go there, you get clapped at
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| And if you plan to fuck around and re-route that
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| You'll never catch me riding around on these streets
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| Without a couple metal pieces under my feet
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| Fully automatic weapons unloaded will unleash
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| Stash up under the carpet like a can of sea breeze
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| 50 don't make me ride on these niggas
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| Cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggas
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| 50 don't make me ride on these niggas
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| Cause I be long gone like The Ripper so
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| Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood
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| Ain't nothing changed, still holla at my homies
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| Oh, and when I hit the block I still will kill
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| And I don't want to, nigga, but I will if I got to
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| Kill, if niggas get to fucking around
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| If niggas get to fucking around |