| I’ma drill him if I come so don t call for nothing
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| It’s all or nothing, with your, we re be plucking humans
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| Running from this gangster shit and you go running to it
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| They say there’s dollars on my noggin', tell them come and do it
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| Murder music, that s the sound of the drum humming (bladadah)
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| Cold body, heart frozen, I don’t lovin nothing
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| We made a hundred til they spill a nigga bowl of noodles
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| We won t purchase, we just take it, we exposing poodles
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| Next body on you dawg ain’t no excuses
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| Fuck all that verbal gangsta shit, you gotta show and prove it
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| We popping jumpers on these suckers
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| Niggas know we hooping
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| You don t take initiative when you suppose to do it
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| I m from the p we in the streets
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| I brung Oakland through it, Mozzy hoodies on
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| And you know the through it
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| He s selling thumpers out his phone
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| I m just strolling though it
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| Finna cop it for the youngins they be in the smoke too
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| I said there’s money on my head, the niggas want me dead
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| I gotta keep a weapon, I need it for protection
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| My chopper filled with led, I need them niggas dead
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| So Lord please forgive 'em it s time to apply pressure |