| N-Y, N-Y, 'til I D-ie
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| N-Y, N-Y, 'till I D-ie
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| I’m on it
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| Everytime I come around, me I keep my gun around
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| It’s never on safety
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| I’m on it
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| Niggas know when I’m around, fuck around it’s goin' down
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| No if’s or maybe’s
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| Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ’s
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| Niggas gettin' cake made
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| Fuck with the homies while I got it on me
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| You’ll get your big break, man
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| You niggas ain’t seen shit yet, one false move and I click clack
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| That oo-wop bitch I spit that, that hard white I flip that
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| That bad bitch get my dick wet, damn how hot can my shit get?
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| Boy, get outta line get your ass checked, got 10 mil' my last check
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| Bitches stay where that cash at, diamonds on me I flash that
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| That 'Rari pedal I mash that, you pussy niggas I laugh at
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| That fuck shit that you fuck niggas be doin', man, I’m passed that
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| Hood nigga down there on Wall Street, my stock run across NASDAQ
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| Girl face on my time piece, ridin' around with my crimeys
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| These broke niggas so grimy, I let 'em hold the steel, I tell 'em shoot to kill
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| I put south side on my back, I ain’t talkin' 'bout no tat'
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| When I’m outta town I hold it down, I mean everywhere I’m at
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| I’m on it
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| Everytime I come around, me I keep my gun around
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| It’s never on safety
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| I’m on it
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| Niggas know when I’m around, fuck around it’s goin' down
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| No if’s or maybe’s
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| Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ’s
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| Niggas gettin' cake made
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| Fuck with the homies while I got it on me
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| You’ll get your big break, man
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| All my niggas crazy stupid, cuckoo, got a loose screw
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| I might pew pew with that two-two then small bullets will mob through you
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| My bitch come from Honolulu with that dope ball in her doo doo
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| Put it on a train and choo choo and the feds don’t have a blues clues
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| Thumbing over, don’t know voodoo but I sure know how to shoot you
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| If I get caught I don’t boo-hoo, I pick up the phone call BooBoo
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| He gonna bail me out in seconds, please don’t let this rap shit fool you
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| I send shooters to your home, see I don’t need no songs to move you
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| My gorilla goin' ooh-ooh, boy your family could lose you
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| Put you in a box like new shoes, you’s a bitch pull down your tu-tu
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| When it come to gettin' money all I know is we need bookoo’s
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| Speakin' only in my Ryda Gang, know what we gonna do to you
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| Everytime I come around, me I keep my gun around
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| It’s never on safety
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| I’m on it
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| Niggas know when I’m around, fuck around it’s goin' down
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| No if’s or maybe’s
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| Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ’s
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| Niggas gettin' cake made
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| Fuck with the homies while I got it on me
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| You’ll get your big break, man |