| I’m a west side nigga so fuck what ya think
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| I’m a south side nigga so fuck what ya think
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| I’m a north side nigga so fuck what ya think
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| I’m a east side nigga so fuck what ya think
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| Now you can catch me in a black tee iced up
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| In the club on a freak wit my sess up
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| See I don’t give a fuck
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| Nigga knuck if you buck
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| I see through these weak niggas cuz i peak niggas
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| On my street niggas throwin up the east side buckin on hoes
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| Get out my face young nigga fo i shot at your nose
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| I stay strapped call these fake niggas aint givin me that
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| Now he aint thinkin cuz i had to put a hole in his cap
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| Don’t get it twisted by the rap homes
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| The way I rock homes
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| Stay in the streets with bricks get my grind on
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| I fuck wit real niggas out in the field niggas
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| 2.5 on a crip befo the deal niggas
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| Ya think im playin wit ya betta listen what i’m sayin to ya
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| Ya push me ima have to put these hands to ya
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| I’m on as concrete the nightmare on yo street
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| Aint nobody in the A fuckin wit me
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| Yea im back (back), drop top 'lac on deck
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| Crease in my slash shawty how you love dat
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| You know the name you hear the slang
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| Shawty slurrin out my mouth
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| Aint no thang you know we damn down in the dirty south
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| I’m a east side nigga bitch i put it in yo face
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| All my niggas they gorillas they aint scared to get no pay
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| Nigga traffin servin yay keep them heaters stowed away
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| Young niggas hundred dolla billas killas where i stay
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| All my niggas they have bud and all
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| Smokin drankin servin yall
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| Young niggas we been a case, stashin dope up in they jaw
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| From the po pos trappin on the back street
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| Killa of the night ride wit work up on the back street
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| Yea I’m for real hoe
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| Catch me switchin lane to lane
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| Comin down on candy mayne bumpin out of damn shame
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| And yous a damn lame thankin that my fo dont ride
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| So Paul will work them all yall to the east side
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| Last but not least its the Pastor yall
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| Always been ready to ball
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| Big ol cars, gave me the words
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| Hit the O wit big blunts of herbs
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| South side nigga my hood rep well
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| You don’t like detroit nigga go to hell
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| All I can tell, ya washed up
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| Try me home boy, ya fucked up
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| My home boys, DSGB, the (??) is ridin with me
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| For ever damn the real rep the real
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| I’m puttin it up for my nigga Dolla Bill |