| Hey, hey, stay sharp as fuck
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| Tell 'em, get that right and straighten that up
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| Fat Face, the man of hundred grand
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| Work the mic with precise precision, knahmsayin'?
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| At 36, on the bean, come clean
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| I’ll bring you the whole thing for 18
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| They look to Back for the word on the street
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| You see him smilin', count eight gold teeth
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| You see it, he keep the brim broke slightly
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| Killin' 'em with the one that roll tightly
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| Floppin' in the M-6 deuce
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| The A-T go and then he do too
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| Baby, I tell it like it T I S
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| I’ll stand right here and sho' stop ya career
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| Call him, H2O, ice-cold water
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| Just like that there, in that particular order
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| Uhh, school these young Gs on the concrete
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| Fall off and be back on in one week
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| He keep his clothes crease crisp out the cleaners
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| Did court subpoenas on some simple misdemeanors
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| They ain’t got nothin' on me
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| 'Cuz he threw my light right not to be
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| Wham, uhh, wham, see 'em hittin' me
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| Y’all hold it down, I’ll be back through here in a minute
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| (Sho ya right)
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| We serve it raw or ready to chop
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| (Sho ya right)
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| You get every damn gram straight dropped
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| (Sho ya right)
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| Cook chickens, no sizzle, no pop
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| (Sho ya right)
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| Or better, when you ready to shop
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| (Sho ya right)
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| We serve it raw or ready to chop
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| (Sho ya right)
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| You get every damn gram straight dropped
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| (Sho ya right)
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| Cook chickens, no sizzle, no pop
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| (Sho ya right)
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| Or better, when you ready to shop
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| (Sho ya right)
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| We old school, walk the dog out the yard
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| We play the curse, serve it hard on the 'vard
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| You know the number 'fore ya even went seen shorty
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| The automatic beast, keep him off me
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| Shit, holla at me, y’all know ya know me
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| Ya drunk with them 1600 DSOPs
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| (Be dat)
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| We bake bread by the loaf
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| Smoke ya dro down to a roach
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| Let 'em know, this here, fisher from the do'
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| Ya already know, exactly how it goes
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| SWAT’s in trees, DF one G, da pure emcee
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| What’s happenin'? |
| What’s happenin'? |
| What’s happenin'?
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| Organ No-I-Z, keep ya motherf*** trunk valid
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| Tell 'em, it’s goin' down this evening
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| Keep it jumpin' like Sunday, go to meeting
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| Uh, uh, it don’t stop, it don’t quit
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| It get down to the nitty-grit
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| That brand new out the box
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| I ain’t in them, swear to make 'em call the cops
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| I walk a path, play the cut, lil' girl shake her butt
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| Ay, ay, ay, now party people, if ya wit me, say
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| (Sho ya right)
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| We serve it raw or ready to chop
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| (Sho ya right)
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| You get every damn gram straight dropped
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| (Sho ya right)
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| Cook chickens, no sizzle, no pop
|
| (Sho ya right)
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| Or better, when you ready to shop
|
| (Sho ya right)
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| We serve it raw or ready to chop
|
| (Sho ya right)
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| You get every damn gram straight dropped
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| (Sho ya right)
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| Cook chickens, no sizzle, no pop
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| (Sho ya right)
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| Or better, when you ready to shop
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| (Sho ya right)
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| Sho ya right
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| Sho ya right
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| Sho ya right |