| Nigga gonna respect my clique, or it’s chaos
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| Beef, ruckus: once it’s on nigga you can’t duck us
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| Motherfuckers, if you scorin' from us, don’t trust us
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| If you think about it, we made niggas, you can’t touch us
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| You bustas will want clear the set, we leave everything wet
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| Don’t give a fuck who we upset
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| That’s on the realer my nigga
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| Contracts, raps, dope dealer; |
| it’s all about the skrilla my nigga
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| From George Washington to Ben Franklin
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| I’m spankin' behind my motherfuckin bankin
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| If you thinkin of fuckin' wit' this top ranker
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| Enter murder
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| You a heavy drinker cuz I’ll serve ya, bitch nigga
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| Getcha getcha getcha game cool nigga
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| Strap up, and do what you gotta do nigga
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| I know you know, it’s all on you nigga
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| Watch me I’m dirty and don’t play by the rules nigga
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| I respect it’s do or die-a
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| And I’mma do it till I die, and get high cuz I’m a rider
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| That coke, that girl I tried her
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| That furl I can’t deny her cuz I like that fire
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| Black connection is the shit
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| U.P.T. |
| respect it bitch, it’s the gangsta clique
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| Nigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shit
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| Da magnolia bout some gangsta gangsta shit
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| Nigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shit
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| That mel be bout some gangsta gangsta shit
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| Nigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shit
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| That calio bout some gangsta gangsta shit
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| Nigga who bout some gangsta gangsta shit
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| That same tom be bout that gangsta gangsta shit
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| Nigga respect me for the chaos and beef a represent
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| Be full of that dope and full tent
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| I’m serving coc by the whole bird
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| My shit ain’t water without 7 g’s bout a bird
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| Play hard and get that serve
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| You know for sure that you heard
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| I bring noise, hanging out back with big toys
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| I give props to my world
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| What you want on your tombstone
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| Your pathetic boy, oh it’s on in the dirty south
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| You can’t afford hitting your dome in his own
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| Hang up and bitch you fuckin with a hot boy
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| Of the 13th, down the street of the U.P.T. |
| it’s B. G
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| Record company CMB
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| Thugs wanna come up and see
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| Da magnolia, the mel boys
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| CP3, I warned you, we’re outlaws
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| You can’t see me
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| I come without a stummer
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| The drivers think I’m done
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| I’m second to none
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| Get full of them blunts
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| My cliq got glocs and macks with beams on em
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| The big man got jacket with my team on em
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| You get it, I’ll get with em and split em
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| Yeah, I did em, we done em, I’mma go uptown and rum em
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| w/ variations
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| Bitch me, my whole town nigga
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| Get that fake frown out your mouth or get pound nigga
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| I’m a hound
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| I hunt niggas down quietly
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| Smash a potato on my knee and you pass quietly
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| A young gangsta spank ya off the top
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| Left you to hang the crop without all props
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| Do you ever hear
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| That nigga is a fool
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| One with me, twos I use, you lose
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| Killas I hang wit
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| We feel smart now
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| You ain’t shit
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| Trying to get wit me, you see me
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| No nigga can do it
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| Fuck wit me on the streets, man no nigga can do it
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| I get low down a dirty
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| Off with ya head, ol dirty
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| All my nuts anger, put it in the Benz
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| Till elevated tanger
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| I’mma switin west hanger
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| Crack slanger, neck splitted
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| Kool Aid gripper
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| I’m here to deal wit cha, I can’t forget cha
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| If you beefin, then I’m creepin on ya
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| Watch your back cuz, I’ll put that streetsweeper on ya
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| If you gonna bust back, you better ask out
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| I’ll leave you flat, when the bullets start grasp
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| w/ variations |