| They shootin' niggas down like it’s '65
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| They shootin' niggas down like it’s '68
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| They shootin' niggas down like the slave days (Wait)
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| They shootin' niggas down like the slave days
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| I feel like Fred Hampton with a AK
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| I feel like Fred Hampton with a AK
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| Nigga don’t get trampled in this melee
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| Nigga don’t get trampled in this melee
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| Ya wanna stay safe? |
| You better bare a metal arm like a prosthetic
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| Me, my niggas hotboxing in a box Chevy
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| It’s goin' down I can see where hip hops headed
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| So put your hands up, like a cop said it
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| Hands up (I need to see ya mothafuckin' hands in the air)
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| Hands up (And wave 'em from side to side like you just don’t care)
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| Hands up (Cops still gon' shoot us)
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| Hands up (Hands up like you just don’t give a fuck)
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| Niggas nursery rhymin' cat in the hat with a bunch of cap in they raps
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| Like they squeeze triggers, I’ll smack the fuck out these niggas
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| Some made a hit most came and went I didn’t flinch
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| I played the long game knowin' in the end I’d be bigger
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| I see niggas, makin' they lil lists
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| But next to Grip they don’t exist, they ain’t built like this
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| Niggas flexed up, quick to blow a check on a bitch
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| Better get a Tec to protect the Patek on ya wrist
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| And for that shit that’s on ya neck, niggas will take a risk
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| They tryna make a dollar stretch, your lame ass look like a lick
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| And real niggas ain’t buyin' all that shit you kick
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| But the kids eat it up that’s when the plot gets thick
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| 'Cause see a kid’ll learn a song before they learn how to read
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| So if it’s nothing in your lines how is they gon' succeed
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| I know you gotta play the game you got a family to feed
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| But if we shackle our own mental then we’ll never be freed
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| I said my piece I hope I ain’t come off as preachy but at least
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| I utilized my reach to hug every nigga out in these streets
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| I do it for love, not credit, and any beef I pray
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| You and your ops dead it, and if not
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| Ya wanna stay safe? |
| You better bare a metal arm like a prosthetic
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| Me, my niggas hotboxing in a box Chevy
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| It’s goin' down I can see where hip hops headed
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| So put your hands up, like a cop said it
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| Hands up (I need to see ya mothafuckin' hands in the air)
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| Hands up (And wave 'em from side to side like you just don’t care)
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| Hands up (Cops still gon' shoot us)
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| Hands up (Hands up like you just don’t give a fuck) |