| I know you will, bet I don’t
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| He be lying 'bout his yada moves, bet I don’t
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| He be hanging with them snitching dudes, bet I don’t
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| Catch him in trafic, he ain’t got the tool, bet I don’t
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| Man he weird, bet I don’t
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| Nah, for real, bet I don’t
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| Take a broad to the safe spot, bet I don’t
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| Bring them out, then tell them what you got, bet I don’t
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| Let her watch while you the pot, bet I don’t
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| Man he weird, bet I don’t
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| Nah, for real, bet I don’t
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| Things changed in the game, now the villain is old
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| Still the coldest story told, I’m a beast from the MO
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| I ain’t hating on these youngings, I’m just stating the facts
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| We’ve been called to come and get it, so we taking it back
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| Old head, long bread, I was raised in the gutter
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| No scare, mo' dead, man these niggas can’t touch us
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| I’ve been branding since I landed on Highland in '86
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| I’m a tyrant, but my hustle is vibrant, I made it rich
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| I ain’t never put a 2 on the 10, I ain’t a bitch
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| And you never catch me hanging with him, that boy’s a snitch
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| If you trickin' with these bitches, my nig', that’s how you live
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| Try to twist it, try to flip it, my nig', it’s what it is
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| Got these bitches in your business, she witness you put in work
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| Then that same bitch flip with the feds, and spill your dirt
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| That ain’t pimpin' little partner, got sloppy to get the skirt
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| Man the pussy make these rookies clumsy, I stay alert
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| He be lying 'bout his yada moves, bet I don’t
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| He be hanging with them snitching dudes, bet I don’t
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| Catch him in trafic, he ain’t got the tool, bet I don’t
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| Man he weird, bet I don’t
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| Nah, for real, bet I don’t
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| Take a broad to the safe spot, bet I don’t
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| Bring them out, then tell them what you got, bet I don’t
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| Let her watch while you the pot, bet I don’t
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| Man he weird, bet I don’t
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| Nah, for real, bet I don’t
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| Letting a bitch off in your bizzle, what kind of game is that?
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| Why you cookin' in the kitchen, man how lame is that?
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| Some niggas never learn, you don’t get a second turn
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| Watch your step and get it while you can, don’t let a second burn
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| These niggas trickin' with bitches
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| Spending money just like they making it
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| It’s bad enough if you got it, but these niggas faking it
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| I’m the type of nigga that’ll just say «fuck it»
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| Grimy nigga, pocket full of money in the bucket
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| I can lay low, and give a fuck if they know me
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| And lying ain’t my thing, I only lie to the police
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| They stretchin' the digits, these niggas fakin' for bitches
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| Probably get popped and start snitching
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| Have judges handing out sentences
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| They always lying, talking shit about what they got
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| And then the stupid niggas wonder why they got popped
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| And I don’t ride with niggas, I take my own car
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| 'Cause niggas running they mouth, and
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| He be lying 'bout his yada moves, bet I don’t
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| He be hanging with them snitching dudes, bet I don’t
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| Catch him in trafic, he ain’t got the tool, bet I don’t
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| Man he weird, bet I don’t
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| Nah, for real, bet I don’t
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| Take a broad to the safe spot, bet I don’t
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| Bring them out, then tell them what you got, bet I don’t
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| Let her watch while you the pot, bet I don’t
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| Man he weird, bet I don’t
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| Nah, for real, bet I don’t
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| It’s one thing you gotta know when you shuffle the blow
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| You never let a ho know where you keeping your dough
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| If you tryna make the squad, and contribute
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| You gotta eat, sleep, shit, then sit when I say so
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| I’m gone off the liquor, I’m quicker with the Ruger
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| Beware of the nigga that’s with her, he’s a shooter
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| I swear the nigga that’s with her, he the truther
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| Knock the shingles off your roofa, diminishing your future
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| Lames with no game like they kissing and tell
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| In the Range with two dames, one brick and a scale
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| Hit the spot where the guap at, the pot and the yayo
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| Not knowing that these hoes that be plotting to bail
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| Wake up in the AM, the bitches is gone
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| Took the money and the brick, but they left the Patrón
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| You’s a silly motherfucker, type of shit you be on
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| What that is, I won’t do, I bet you I don’t do
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| He be lying 'bout his yada moves, bet I don’t
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| He be hanging with them snitching dudes, bet I don’t
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| Catch him in trafic, he ain’t got the tool, bet I don’t
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| Man he weird, bet I don’t
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| Nah, for real, bet I don’t
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| Take a broad to the safe spot, bet I don’t
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| Bring them out, then tell them what you got, bet I don’t
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| Let her watch while you the pot, bet I don’t
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| Man he weird, bet I don’t
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| Nah, for real, bet I don’t |