| This the hardest beat I ever heard
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| That’s my shit, that’s my shit nigga, that’s my shit
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| You see them 24's on the curb
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| That’s my shit, that’s my shit nigga, that’s my shit
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| You see them big blunts full of purp
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| That’s my shit, that’s my shit nigga, that’s my shit
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| Everything I got I worked for
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| That’s my shit, that’s my shit nigga, that’s my shit
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| Shawn Jay the type to break a ho, young chasin major dough
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| Cut the check with DTP, now chickens try and play me close
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| Ballin in the mall with Chaka, shoppin for the latest clothes
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| Turn your lady to a bopper, watch how I take your ho
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| Niggas see I get that money, now they wanna wait to blow
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| Underground grindin, perfect timing in a crazy flow
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| Put Georgia on your mind and now I’m ridin on the radio
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| Your ass ain’t no DJ, my advise stop playin me folk
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| I’m ridin in my drop cut, these 24 inch not scrubbin
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| In my plastic sack, I got more purple than Baby Bops buddy
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| So materialistic, we’re chopping early today
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| What rolls around my throat, arm wristed in a bouqet
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| 15's in the back blasting, Peep the candy as I pass em
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| Watch the chamillion paint flop, like Chingy’s last album
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| Cocoa Chanelle frames, on woodgrain
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| Old grain blown thangs on my hip, but that’s the clips
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| I’m married to the streets and this beef shit’s apart of it
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| Jumped out with heat, niggas didn’t want no parts of it
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| Pull up in the club, looking like they wanna start something
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| Fuckin all these niggas hoes, that ain’t ever dawned on me
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| Tired of the fussin, bitches blushin, bumrushin
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| The car treat me like a star but I ain’t done nuttin
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| Summer almost over with but I ain’t done frontin
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| They hate we gettin money, we gon make these niggas love it
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| Pay my dues, takin crews, just me and my haitian dudes
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| Makin loot, even made the news in my gator shoes
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| Three fifty seven Glock, nine, a tech twenty two
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| Everything I ride in on at least twenty twos
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| This hustler music is what you hear in them drug zones
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| They play it in their chevy loud plus it’s a club song
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| That’s seven fourty five, that’s my whip
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| The biggest house in the neighborhood, that’s my shit
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| I get high like cooley, ruling with the toolin
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| On a 22, still got that uzi in that hoopty
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| Niggas all flashy, showing off their jewelry
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| Til I shoot it through their heart like cupid
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| Give it to 'em raw like sushi, then I’m back on the groupies
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| Young nigga with a gun nigga, Norfclik where I’m from nigga
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| Shut up and roll that blunt nigga and I don’t even stunt nigga
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| Quiet cause I hit them lips, roll up on a nigga with a clip now that’s my shit
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| I may be rich but never satisfied, making hoes camera shy
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| Comin down topping blades, call me The Last Samurai
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| I’ll cut cha, gun butt cha, Knuck ya then buck ya
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| It calls for Hammer Time if you think we can’t touch ya
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| Cause we too legit to quit, nigga run up on your click nigga
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| Not action heroes but we all making six figures
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| So put your choice to it, women get moist to it
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| A songs worth a million once I lend my fucking voice to it |