| Ace Hood
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| Street certified
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| Let me tell you one thing
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| Don’t get caught slipping out here on these streets homeboy
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| Keep your eyes and ears open, you understand?
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| Because it might go down
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| When the traps side up and the MAC slow down
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| You better hit the deck because it might go down
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| Don’t get caught slipping, yeah it might go down
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| Don’t get caught slipping, because it might go down
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| Keep an eye on your nigga, and running around town
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| Yeah this little boy telling so it might go down
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| Don’t get caught slipping, yeah it might go down
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| Don’t get caught slipping, yeah it might go down
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| Young nigga seventeen, trying to get money
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| Niggas laugh about the dough but really ain’t shit funny
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| Just watch who you serve with them birds little buddy
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| Every fiend ain’t a fiend if you see them look funny
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| You better tell your team, you don’t need that money
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| That shit smell funny, you ain’t getting shit from me
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| I stacked a couple hundred fiends on these something
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| That white keep coming, tell the boy to keep bumping
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| Well watch these folks keeping enemies close
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| And any nigga kin to me they better not fold
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| He say that he a friend to me but snitching to the po'
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| He pointing on the court, tell the judge what he know
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| Price on his head, he be dead by four, so homie don’t slip
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| Or you could be him, no speaking on the phone
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| Because them FEDS get tips, don’t get caught slipping
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| Because it might be them
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| And I won’t be slipping, the boy’s on a mission
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| Only vision of winning and my sight is on a million
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| Serving that white girl to any nigga want to get it
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| And fresh Louis linen dawg can call that pimping
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| That thing on my side, homeboy I ain’t slipping
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| Your boy’s off snitching, tell them niggas ain’t with it
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| It might go down, so watch you do a round
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| Niggas creep in the town leave bodies left on the ground
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| Don’t get caught slipping
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| Because the chopper get down
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| I stay in all black with a Florida Marlin crown
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| So keep away the faking ain’t a real nigga around
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| If you ever go down stay loyal to your fam'
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| And you don’t know shit, never snitching on the mound
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| And homie don’t slip, because it might go down
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| Yeah homie don’t slip, it might go down
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| And homie don’t slip, because it might go down
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| And I run my city, I own my town
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| Can’t another man come and disrespect my grounds
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| You eyeing my nigga, you want something with him?
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| You want to come get it, you’ll be dodging my missiles
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| Yeah boy it went down, your homie done slipped
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| And now he in a coffin on a first class trip
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| Yeah boy it went down, your homie done slipped
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| And now he in a coffin on a first class trip |