| Where my niggas at, it’s play it raw time baby
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| Load up the guns guerilla war time baby
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| Light up the blunts, light up the block time dawg
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| Choppers with drums, uzi’s, and Glock time dawg
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| Murk Whoever he with, they better split cause this the night
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| And whoever ain’t hit, jump out the whip and get it right
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| Then we run in his house, see anybody and haul them out
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| Then we empty the clips and let the Lord sort em out
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| I’m bustin it really, it ain’t no stopping me cause I hang up to that Dilly
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| And now I’m tying up my bandanna and I’m cocking back
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| Jump out the Hummer send a hundred to your stocking cap
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| Dawg we got automatics, two shooters, six shots, and 50 round drums
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| Hit your daddy, you sister, your son, your wife and move your momma
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| Cause I’m off the wall, off the hook, off the chain
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| Got a sawed off, tec and I’m bout to knock off your brain
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| Tell em'
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| Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
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| Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
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| Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
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| Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
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| If drama come to me then it come
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| For that I got two Glocks and a k with a drum
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| That’s what I ride with not what I got got ducked off
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| The mac, sweeper, the six shot, pump that sawd off
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| I got the tillery when beef kick
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| I got soldiers ready to march when that beef start
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| I got niggas be in that zone on that herion
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| I got niggas ready to kill when shit get real
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| I got niggas that play all out skirts of the field
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| So get caught up in that place and your brain get spilled
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| Oh it’s a game but it’s a game of life or death
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| You lose and can’t continue if you get dome checked
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| You get blues it’s all what duck gonna be next
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| Come in that water and get wet
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| Think you can fuck with me, your thoughts will get upset
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| I don’t shot to hit I shot to kill
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| Believe me I don’t shoot for fun when I shoot it’s for real
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| Come on nigga!
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| Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
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| Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
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| Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
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| Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
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| Give me the guns, I’m ready to bust one nigga
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| My nuts hung nigga, since I was young nigga
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| I get dumb nigga, with the M-1 nigga
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| I sip some nigga, and I flip some nigga
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| Imma uptown stunna, what the hell you think
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| Ready for war, but I ain’t captain of no goddamn tank!
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| And you can take that to vegillity boy
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| I’m burning up, I’m on fire is you smelling boy
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| Cause I be coming with the top down
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| Letting them know how the chop sound
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| 100 rounds tore the whole entire block down
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| Assault rifle with a drum and beam totter
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| 38 with a speed loader in my holster
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| Mac uzi achine with a strap around my shoulder
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| But if I pop my trunk I’m might just set off a damn explosion
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| I’m off the wall, off the hook, off the chain
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| Got a sawed off tec and I’m bout to knock off your brain
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| Tell em'
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| Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
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| Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
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| Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
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| Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
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| Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
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| Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
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| Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
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| Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
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| You ain’t gotta hollar wodie, here I come nigga!
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| You ain’t gotta hollar wodie, here I come nigga!
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| They gotta holler at «Lil Wayne!», Here I come Nigga! |
| You ain’t gotta holler
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| Nigga here I come Nigga! |
| You ain’t gotta holler whodie here I come nigga!
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| You ain’t gotta holler Nigga! |
| Here I come Nigga! |
| (Come on, come on, What?
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| Come on Nigga!) (There They Go shorty!) (There they go, come on.) |