| Choppers with drums
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| Nigga that’s how it comes
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| Assault rifles, extended clips
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| Let you know where I’m from
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| The names chopper city
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| It’s a city of niggas bout gettin' funky wit' me
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| Keep they fingers on triggers
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| Let’s roll with a pistol I get out of control
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| It’s your family I put on rows, front row
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| I’ma .223 grabber
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| Bust or block hitter
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| Project kidnapper
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| Rookie nigga wig splitter
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| Make copies for the rapture
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| It’s all on you nigga
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| Oh, I’m comin' for the capture
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| What you wan' do nigga
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| Mystikal’s who I’m after
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| Grab yo' steel and shoot
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| I’ma killer not just a rapper
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| Lil' Wayne, he bout it too
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| I’ma snatch if you got it
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| Told ya before ta' hide it
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| Told ya if you hide it
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| It’s a must that I find it
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| Ride or die bitch
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| Chop or get chopped ho
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| B.G. |
| split or get split
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| Play tha game how it go
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| Shootin tha drop somethin'
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| Glock or pop somethin'
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| AK wit' fifty shots
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| I tote it to stop somethin'
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| Make it happen you’s the punk
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| I’ll put you in the trunk
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| you’ll be dumped, nigga I bring funk
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| Let’s get funky wit' these niggas
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| Grab the triggas and blast
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| Let’s get filthy wit' these niggas
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| Take they figures and dash
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| Let’s get serious with these niggas
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| Grab the K’s and bust, it’s ten for one trust
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| Retaliation a must
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| Let’s get funky wit' these niggas
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| Grab the triggas and blast
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| Let’s get filthy wit' these niggas
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| Take they figures and dash
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| Let’s get serious with these niggas
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| Grab the K’s and bust, it’s ten for one trust
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| Retaliation a must
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| Ah ah
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| Don’t run yo' mouth enough for you to get back in me
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| My gun clap in it start spinnin' and take many
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| Plenty of slugs hit you
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| Can you picture a young rapper
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| Fourteen year old black master million dollar flapper
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| Watch me set it off wit' my sawed-off jumpin'
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| As I be when I be pumpin'
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| Frontin' gets you nothin'
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| Runtin' catch a slug from the M-what'n
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| You ain’t bout nothin'
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| Playa hater leave you bloody
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| It’s money and dreary
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| Can’t see clearly
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| But ya' still hear me
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| Four steps comin' quickly
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| Can you feel me
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| Better kill me before you get done in
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| It’s real dog
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| But I got that red mark so when you come in
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| Slugs somethin', seventeen up in the clip
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| I keeps extra hollow tips for the crum rip
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| Should of chop-chop stop yo' whole block
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| Let’s get funky, you want me, I thinks not
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| So much black clothing you may think its a black-out
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| All the lights go out
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| That’s when all yo fright come out
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| Bloody streaks to the UPT where you lays on
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| I praise on, think you plays on, it’s stays gone
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| The things you lay on
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| I can’t even pay on
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| You got it, better hide it
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| If you wanna keep it safe on
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| I roam to the top
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| That’s my spot, my place
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| Jumpin' out a suitcase
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| Slug’s chase to yo' face, a
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| Let’s get funky wit' these niggas
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| Grab the triggas and blast
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| Let’s get filthy wit' these niggas
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| Take they figures and dash
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| Let’s get serious with these niggas
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| Grab the K’s and bust, it’s ten for one trust
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| Retaliation a must
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| Let’s get funky wit' these niggas
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| Grab the triggas and blast
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| Let’s get filthy wit' these niggas
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| Take they figures and dash
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| Let’s get serious with these niggas
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| Grab the K’s and bust, it’s ten for one trust
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| Retaliation a must
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| Ah, ah, ah, ha
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| Now as I re-enter this scent and get into you
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| These three dots, I plot and spot, then I shoot
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| I keep a chopper under the medium Hilfiger
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| I throw back punks, comin' out trunks to kill niggas
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| I spill niggas, on the real nigga I gets dirty
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| Bury 'em in unknown area where it’s deserted
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| I know you heard it
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| But you lie and deny it
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| But you can’t hide
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| It’s written all over yo' face you easy to find
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| Niggas front, scars all over they chest be starting to shine
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| Like that Presidential Rolex reflex a million nine
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| Gimme 'dat, all 'dat, and all black, that’s my atire
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| A true rider, gettin' higher off uptown fire
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| Remember me, the little G never died
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| Took one to the chest but the little G never died
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| I’ma certified killer, million dollar nigga
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| Any kind of gun trigger, clicker, playa hater nigga flipper
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| Tangerine and juice sipper, disrespectin' bitch flipper
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| I’m bout drama off the top
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| You know that’s on the foreal-a
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| I get’s loaded low down by a monkey
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| So call me donkey |
| Nigga think lame
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| He would want to know I gets funky
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| Beef kicked in a night parade
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| Uptown was deep
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| 'Nother group rollin' out, bookoom be standin' on feet
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| Now you know I run with ignorant niggas
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| All of 'em wild
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| Thousands of people out
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| Fuck that sprayin' the crowd
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| Ain’t no time for doin' backin' down
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| From trigga play
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| Gotta closet of K’s
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| Ready to do it any day
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| Write grant after tenth
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| Black grant I was tenths
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| That’s for Al and lil' Duga'
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| Four deep in each in spinnin' in
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| So twerk it up
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| Handle yo' business
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| Shoot or get shot
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| I hit blocks wit' Glocks
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| Nigga, get or get got
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| In school I was a fool a young flunky
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| But on the streets I used 2's
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| Nigga, I gets funky
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| Let’s get funky wit' these niggas
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| Grab the triggas and blast
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| Let’s get filthy wit' these niggas
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| Take they figures and dash
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| Let’s get serious with these niggas
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| Grab the K’s and bust, it’s ten for one trust
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| Retaliation a must
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| Let’s get funky wit' these niggas
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| Grab the triggas and blast
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| Let’s get filthy wit' these niggas
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| Take they figures and dash
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| Let’s get serious with these niggas
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| Grab the K’s and bust, it’s ten for one trust
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| Retaliation a must |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let's Get Funky , by - B.G.. Song from the album It's All On U, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп