| Niggas screw they face up at me
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| On some real shit son they don’t want beef
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| I cock that, aim that shit out the window and spray
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| There ain’t a shell left in my heat
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| Y’all niggas better lay down, yeah, I mean stay down
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| You get hit with AK round, your ass ain’t gon' make it
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| You niggas will get laid out, your blood and your brains out
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| Have you on the concrete shivering and shaking
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| I’m from Southside motherfucker, where them gats explode
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| If you feel like you’re on fire, boy drop and roll
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| Niggas will eat your ass up, cause they heart turned cold
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| Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
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| The party jump, shorty bouncin that ass, I wanna fuck
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| Gimme a second I’mma holla, I’mma see whassup
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| I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk
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| Carve your ass up nice you play me like a punk
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| In my hood niggas got love for me
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| But I don’t go nowhere without my strap
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| In my hood a little 'dro, a little Hennessy
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| And niggas just don’t know how to act
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| In my hood niggas is grimey
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| I stay on point, I roll with my gat
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| In my hood niggas might buck at me
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| So I keep something around to buck back
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| In my hood
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| I don’t trust a muh’fuckin soul
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| When the D’s come they fold, on my first case they told
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| Where I’m from it ain’t safe to have more than a eighth
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| Niggas’ll come to your place, put a gun in your face
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| Tell you open the safe, as your heart start to race
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| Cause a robbery could turn into a homo' case
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| Co-operate, or Doc’ll have to operate
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| Niggas I’ll pop you, run a light then pop at Jake
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| Trust me son, niggas’ll go hard for that cake
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| These thirsty niggas are lurking, you’ll have to catch 'em and merk 'em
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| I’m observing in my hood, cause niggas be dumbing
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| Shots forfeit the dice game, all you see is the running
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| They make it harder and harder to pump on the block
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| I’m a hustler, how the fuck I’m 'sposed to eat when it’s hot?
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| In my hood niggas got love for me
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| But I don’t go nowhere without my strap
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| In my hood a little 'dro, a little Hennessy
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| And niggas just don’t know how to act
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| In my hood niggas is grimey
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| I stay on point, I roll with my gat
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| In my hood niggas might buck at me
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| So I keep something around to buck back
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| In my hood
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| The house party off the hook until them shots go off
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| Well that’s what you get for stuntin on my block showoff
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| You shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin
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| Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin
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| Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin
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| Sheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline
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| Peep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley
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| Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali
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| The grimey niggas where I’m from don’t wanna see you chipped up
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| You shy nigga on jux, you about to shoot your whip up
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| It ain’t good to do good in my hood
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| In my hood niggas got love for me
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| But I don’t go nowhere without my strap
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| In my hood a little 'dro, a little Hennessy
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| And niggas just don’t know how to act
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| In my hood niggas is grimey
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| I stay on point, I roll with my gat
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| In my hood niggas might buck at me
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| So I keep something around to buck back
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| In my hood |