| Ah hmmm hmmmm
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| Hmmmm Hmmm
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| When I say I don’t give a fuck
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| I mean that yeah
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| ?? |
| brains is getting bust
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| I didn’t say that yeah
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| If a shipment was comin in
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| I need a ?? |
| wodie
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| I need a sixty-forty nigga
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| And no chargin' that wodie
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| You done heard about Michael Jackson
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| And shiggidy shit
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| But you ain’t never heard about me
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| When i’m flissin a bitch
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| Niggas shoulders gettin knocked
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| Clean off of they head
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| See that red dot comin from
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| Me and my girlfriend
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| Cause I wants mine
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| I needs mine
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| And i’m about to get mine
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| At these times
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| Look lil' daddy
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| You ain’t got to worry about none of these other niggas
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| You needs to be worried about when Juvi comin to get ya
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| Look, I make a phone call to the big dog
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| Y’all bitches better handle y’all business before I hit y’all
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| Even though a nigga rich and i rock ice
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| I still bust a nigga head on the block aright
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| It’s enemy turf that i’m on
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| So i’ma play it how it go
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| Cock the hollow points
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| And tote my black calicoe
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| My lil' brother Weezy
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| My big brother Juvi
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| Four hit the blocks
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| Strapped up with the Uzis
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| What, What, La
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| Gun for gun
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| Eye for eye
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| Better move yo' wife and son
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| 'Cause i ride or die
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| Cashmoney Hot Boy
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| Bless me when i’m gone
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| But until then load up the chrome cause it’s on
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| I been bout it
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| Put a ??
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| I drop the top and then i flip I hit his cock and make 'em flip
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| And i be full of that trash
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| i be the first one to jump out the jag bust at 'em fast
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| Watch the bullets chop off the head
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| And make 'em fall in the grass
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| One move they all die
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| Lil' Weezy small frie
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| Guerilla when it’s war time
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| Y’all better learn
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| When this nigga shoot it’ll be all hell
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| Well then let 'em burn
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| Seven churn and i be damn if i let 'em go
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| If i don’t get my dough
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| Then hell will be all blowin'
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| 'Till i R.I.P CMR i be
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| I put it down for all my peeps
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| Nigga, i’m HB for real
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| All i know is the streets
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| And how to strap up
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| When it’s time shoot it
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| Cock yo' heaters
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| Tie up yo' bags
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| It’s time to do it
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| Blaze the blunt
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| Shut off the lights
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| And cut down the music
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| Roll down the windows
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| Turn the corner
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| And let loose with the bbbbrrrrrr
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| If ya don’t know now
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| Then ya never will learn
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| You ca play with Lil' Wayne
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| And yo' block get burned
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| You must love to go swimmin
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| Cause tha water gets deeper
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| See i bust you wide open
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| And take 'ya daughter with me
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| Here come the beat boy
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| Shoot out the street lights
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| Time to bring on the heat boy
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| If you ain’t really wit it
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| Then you better get back
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| I open yo' chest
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| And make it look just like a wet cat
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| This is a death trap
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| i’ma a guerilla and i mean it
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| leave ya' head still in a beanin'
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| ?? |
| on the semen
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| Calicoe steamin'
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| Red dot beamin'
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| Dressed up suspicious
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| Play with lil' Weezy you’ll be ?? |
| for the vicious
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| Enemy Turf
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| Time to strap up
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| What |