| Konvict
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| Stand up, salute
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| DeVyne Stevens, up front is in the building, let’s go
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| It’s the Konvict album
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| Yeah, y’all done fucked up now
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| I got money now, nigga
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| I got enough money to free all the stars
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| He ain’t lying
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| If you selling, we ain’t buying
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| If it’s scattered on your block, you best believe we supplyin'
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| From a key down to a half a pound, a quarter to a dime
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| Tryin' to own a piece of Brooklyn like my niggas John Klein
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| Hey, you know me, I’m known to rock with it
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| Roll through your spot with it, post up block with it
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| Hey, you know me, I’m on the block with it
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| Non-stop with it, violate and get popped with it
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| Hey, so I suggest you keep stepping on me
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| 'Cause you will rarely find me without my weapon on me
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| Got the whole Konvict squad bettin' on me
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| And now the dots around the world are now connectin' on me
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| Hey now
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| A bunch of gangstas strapped, so make a way now
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| When they come wavin' them gats, you know to lay down
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| And give 'em all you got 'cause it’s a shake down, oh oh oh
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| Hey now
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| A bunch of gangstas strapped, so make a way now
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| When they come wavin' them gats, you know to lay down
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| And give 'em all you got 'cause it’s a shake down, oh oh oh
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| 'Cause it’s a shake down, oh oh oh
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| 'Cause it’s a shake down, oh oh oh
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| 'Cause it’s a shake down, oh oh oh
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| Do I make myself clear? |
| Oh oh oh
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| A fleet of European cars in my driveway
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| Murcielago, Gallardo, Ferrari
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| My shortie ridin' shotgun bumping Sadie
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| Toes hangin' out the window, loadin' up my army
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| You know I keep a bad bitch breathin' on me
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| Also known to have no business with no beefin', homie
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| And won’t hesitate to cock it when them people on me
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| So guess what? |
| No exceptions to you neither, homie
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| You know I got that African connection
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| Locked up in a facility correction
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| I’m a star, style changed, hangin' like blow
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| Black royals in the front, we in the place now
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| Hey now
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| A bunch of gangstas strapped, so make a way now
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| When they come wavin' them gats, you know to lay down
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| And give 'em all you got 'cause it’s a shake down, oh oh oh
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| Hey now
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| A bunch of gangstas strapped, so make a way now
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| When they come wavin' them gats, you know to lay down
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| And give 'em all you got 'cause it’s a shake down, oh oh oh
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| 'Cause it’s a shake down, oh oh oh
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| 'Cause it’s a shake down, oh oh oh
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| 'Cause it’s a shake down, oh oh oh
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| Do I make myself clear? |
| Oh oh oh
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Now I’ma show you how to break this down
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| Peal back, show you how to shake this down
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| First nigga to create this sound
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| Can’t believe it took a Konvict to shake this town
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| Dippin' European linen with the v-net
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| Diamond studded VVS’s, no less
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| Kunta Kinte bracelet, lit up the whole set
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| My nigga, we on deck, bet' believe it’s no sweat
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| Need street credibility, who you go get?
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| I give you that credibility for the right check
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| Keep your future on the shelf, quiet’s where it’s best kept
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| Don’t want them upfront shooters bringin' red light
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| Hey now
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| A bunch of gangstas strapped, so make a way now
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| When they come wavin' them gats, you know to lay down
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| And give 'em all you got 'cause it’s a shake down, oh oh oh
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| Hey now
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| A bunch of gangstas strapped, so make a way now
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| When they come wavin' them gats, you know to lay down
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| And give 'em all you got 'cause it’s a shake down, oh oh oh
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| 'Cause it’s a shake down, oh oh oh
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| 'Cause it’s a shake down, oh oh oh
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| 'Cause it’s a shake down, oh oh oh
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| Do I make myself clear? |
| Oh oh oh |