| Keep yo' hands in the air, cause we gon' take you there
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| And I know it ain’t fair, but we just don’t care.
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| Uh-huh, uh, what
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| Ain’t no other cats got love for me
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| Ain’t no cats gon' bust slugs for me
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| Ain’t no cats gon' shed blood for me
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| But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me
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| Uhh, uhh
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| If I’m gonna rob, I’mma rob all night
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| If I’m lookin for somethin it’s probably a fight
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| If I’m goin fuck bitches then they better be tight
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| If that’s dead, then the head better be right
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| If I gots to play I’mma play til I win
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| Since I gots to be here can’t wait to begin
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| Wanna fuck shorty can’t stand shorty friend
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| Cause honey friend fuck many many men
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| Stay wit the rats cause the rats is real
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| Wanna fuck, then we fuck, already know the deal
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| Shit, fuck what you look like, just show the real
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| And I keep spot that we can go to chill
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| I love my, get down for the hoes
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| Only reason I come around is for the hoes
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| Pipework — I lay it down for the hoes
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| Hit em off with that dark brown, you know?
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| Y’know fuckin wit me, ain’t keepin your health right
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| Cause me and my Rolls, we keep it jail tight
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| The shit I pack is heavy, but the shell is light
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| When they drop the same time, you drop without a fight
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| Burnin anything that I’m puttin my name on
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| You might take a 'Drag', but you can’t flame 'On'
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| I know y’all niggas to homey, wit a chain on
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| When it come to the fire I’m the kid they blame it on
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| When you see like eight cars then y’all know who we are
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| Niggas spittin mean bars off the green jar
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| Never drunk but you see me leaned at the bar
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| Spittin fire that’ll melt the ice on your arm
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| You had that but for now dog give me that
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| Cause dog you don’t wanna see how my semi act
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| Fake hustlin niggas you’ll pump any pack
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| When it come to this shit, I done laid plenty flat (C'MON!)
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| Do you hear what I tell you? |
| Understand what you hear
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| Don’t let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear
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| Do you hear what I tell you? |
| Understand what you hear
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| Don’t let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear
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| Uhh, uhh
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| What you niggas want? |
| Cause I got it right here
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| Y’all niggas front, then I hit you right there
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| Not really impressed by what niggas wear
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| Faggots talk shit but I really don’t care
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| I’m the type of nigga that’ll die for the cause
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| Fuck what you heard, I will die for my dogs
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| Ain’t scared of shit — will ride in the fog
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| Same thing but a bigger size than yours
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| I fuck with Drag-On, cause he spits the flame
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| Drag-On motherfucker don’t forget the name
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| And we all takin over ain’t shit the same
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| If you ain’t out that mob nigga quit the game
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| And ain’t no other cats got love for me
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| Ain’t no other cats gon' bust slugs for me
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| Ain’t no other cats gon' shed blood wit me
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| But my dogs, is gon' be a thug wit me, c’mon!
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| Do you hear what I tell you? |
| Understand what you hear
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| Don’t let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear
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| Do you hear what I tell you? |
| Understand what you hear
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| Don’t let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear
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| Uh-huh, uh
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| Uh. |
| Drag-On
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| My man
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| Swizz Beatz
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| Uh
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| Uh, uh
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| Uh, uh
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| Uh, uh
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| Double-R, uh |