| I got a thorn in my side and I wish someone would pull it
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| I’m thinking about giving this motherfucker a bullet
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| But I ain’t going out like that
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| I got too much at stake
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| To let myself be brought down by these snakes
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| They fake
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| And everybody know it
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| Hell, they be tryin' they best not to show it
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| But it coming out like sweat from they pores
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| I sees 'em everywhere with these 5 dollar hoes
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| Callin' for a war but they don’t want no trouble
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| If I really had my way I’d spank that ass on the double
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| These niggas mumble, Conversations with they partners
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| But, they best-a take vacations
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| Before the catch hot ones
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| They whereabouts, I always know
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| And little do they know I got niggas ready to blow up they homes
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| But I’m-a tell my niggas to freeze that
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| Ain’t no need to go to jail or hell behind these fucking thieves, black
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| Fuck that (See these niggas ain’t right, it’s about time we all get hype)
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| We’ll see 'em on the street when it’s meant to be when the time is right
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| But until then, stay cool only time’ll tell
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| When it’s time to make these motherfuckers raise up and bail |
| Set sail
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| Get the fuck up off the block nigga
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| Or better yet, gimme what the fuck you got
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| I want everything
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| From the dope to G’s, expensive clothes, elbows in vogues and Lexus keys
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| We sendin' letters to bitches who were about to get-get it
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| Sealed it with kisses and blew their brains when they read it
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| Let it
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| Be your first fuckin' lesson
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| Zero tolerance for niggas disrespecting leather connections…
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| Now I hear they got several niggas out to get me
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| Puttin' out hits G, but to me they talkin' shit, see
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| Cause they ain’t holdin' a motherfuckin' thing
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| Neither him, his hood or his motherfucking gang
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| They let gunshots ring
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| Every day and every night
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| But they ain’t hittin' shit, cause they ain’t hittin' Mike
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| They try with all their might, but I watch 'em all fall, big or small
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| I’m-a fade 'em all, fool
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| Call me crazy but I don’t give a damn
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| It’s obvious to me, that they don’t know who I am, cause see
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| Them payback niggas don’t go for no losses
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| I do some wicked ass shit and watch niggas fall in coffins, often |
| So don’t try and test the Black, my knock
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| I bust back into the motherfuckin' ??New Jack? |
| I stack
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| Every night and every day
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| And don’t give a damn to what these hoe-ass niggas say
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| (chorus 2nd version)
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| We’re sending letters to bitches who were about to get-get it
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| Sealed it with kisses and blew their brains when they read it
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| Let it
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| Be your first fucking lesson
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| Zero tolerance for disrespect leather connections
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| I’m exing
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| These motherfuckers out like wrong answers
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| Get a grip, I got a hold on your ass like cancer
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| Make 'em dance, I make niggas do gymnastics
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| Pull and try to cash this
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| Set 'em down in caskets, yeah
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| It’s been a whole year and I still ain’t fall down
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| My shit still circulate through y’all town
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| It’s a small town but, compared to other cities
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| It really don’t matter cause the situation’s still shitty
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| Or will they get the motherfucking picture
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| And if I shoot and miss, then I’m-a have to get ya, hit ya
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| With something real, something harder to steal
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| Something serious nigga, that I know you’ll feel, now |
| How many motherfuckers gonna fall when I come around
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| How many motherfuckers like y’all gonna hear the sound
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| I thunder on your motherfucking back
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| Like a whip when I flip
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| You’ll hear that bitch crack your back
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| You bitch ass niggas don’t want no static
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| I’ll leave you feenin' like an addict when I work my magic
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| It’s like voodoo
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| Coming from that swamp
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| I might do you
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| You’ll get your ass stomped
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| (repeat 2nd chorus) |