| To murder if I have to
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| To murder if I have to
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| To murder if I have to
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| Straight dealin bout 11 on the D-O-T
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| Dolla signs on my mind cause ain’t a thang for free
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| I’m steady ballin', but never fallin', damn them hoes keep callin'
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| Is that, that nigga that’s on the trigga that’s steady hollin'
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| Off a, couple of dead ones, don’t wanna see that red rum
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| That pistol whip a nigga with that fuckin' infrared son, see
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| I want it all, cause now it’s time to ball
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| I’m tryna blow up like my name was Biggie Smalls
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| Past the quarter pound, now break it down as I clown
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| It’s goin down, where’s my destination fool in H-Town
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| So hold your weight now, cause ain’t no motherfuckin' lackin'
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| You’re just mackin', Cadillacin', zig zaggin'
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| That straight pimp game from the South
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| Now what’s it’s all it about
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| With the motherfuckin' diamonds in his mouth
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| See bloodbasket fill, this nigga that get your cap peeled
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| For real I grab that steel, cause you know I got them 187 Skillz
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| Gimme a bird and imma cook it, a show and imma book it |
| Now-a-fuckin days seems that nigga that’s livin' crooked
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| Sellin' rocks, makin' knots, cause my G’s is too raw
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| And I got love for my thugs, from South Park to Crenshaw
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| So Mr. Officer why in the fuck you treat me rude
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| Cause I smell like endo and I was jammin' Ice Cube
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| But I be true to the game, ain’t nothing changing but clips
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| I’m runnin' scratch makin' mil and collectin' my chips
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| I’m sellin' yay every day, I’m down with young Dre
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| I’m straight from Houston Texas took a trip to East Bay
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| So it’s on, from motherfuckin' dusk to dawn
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| I got a pocket fulla drugs and mo' thugs than Bone
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| So it’s real, when nigga that comin' around that gettin' that cap peeled
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| So do you wanna see that ESG grab the steel
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| And if I grab the steel, the bloodbasket fill
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| It’s ninety fuckin' six, I’m in the midst, click
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| 187 Skillz |