| Yo, yo
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| Nobody knew where he came from, or got his name from
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| All we know is he killed Keith with the same gun
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| He used on Terrell, and Tone from outta jail
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| Now he see us, we livin' and gettin' a lot a mail
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| Watch that cat, send thugs to stop that cat!
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| But niggas like him always got the gat
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| Gotta take 'em off, gotta break 'em off real soon
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| Call them two hoes we hit in Cancun, get them a room
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| At the Radison over Madison
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| I’m imaginin' somewhere down the line I’mma have to use my gat again
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| I’m alright with stayin' up all night
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| And puffin' dark chocolate trees til the dark turns light
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| That nigga seen us, you actin like there’s no beef between us
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| Act like he ain’t got people swayin' the dope fiends around the corner
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| You fluffed my man, he got me on a
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| Whole 'notha level, money-grippers are goners
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| Chorus
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| Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
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| Actin' like they wanna do som’thin to us
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| Cee-Lo, Black Rob just can’t be touched
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| I’ll negotiate the matter in gats he trust
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| In the club one night, war spittin' at us
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| In the corner sippin drinks on some real hush hush
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| Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
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| Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
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| Made them hoes approach duke on some «How ya doin shit»
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| Small talk made 'em walk out, thinkin with his *Silence* (Sho' man)
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| Just like I thought, he about to get caught
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| They goin all out in the backseat suckin 'em off
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| Cee-Lo, stay close dogg, we ain’t tryin to lose 'em (Alright)
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| Only thing on my dome is what I’m gon' do to 'em
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| He killed Keith, I knew that playa since he was small
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| When he used to ball, and mess with molly down the hall
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| Now he ghost, and this crab nigga’s to blame
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| Gotta slug him with his dig, I’mma put in his brain
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| But slow down, he’s pullin over, park right behind that Nova
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| If duke wake up, put 36 in his Rover, cut the motor
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| He tryin to draw attention to us
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| This ain’t the time baby boy, this is about to blow up
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| Synchronize ya Rol' up, we got one minute to rock it
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| Murder’s a hard job, but somebody’s gotta stop it
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| Chorus
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| Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
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| Actin' like they wanna do som’thin to us
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| Cee-Lo, Black Rob just can’t be touched
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| I’ll negotiate the matter in gats he trust
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| In the club one night, war spittin' at us
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| In the corner sippin drinks on some real hush hush
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| Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
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| Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
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| Fresh off the plane I’m in New York vacationing
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| Come on, lets get gone, nigga it’s on again
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| Swervin' in the rain, and workin' the wood grain
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| We did about two hundred, glide us into an S-lane
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| Now feel the pain
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| And if it’s affectin' you it involves me in it
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| And its all great cause I ain’t got on a nigga’s ass in a minute
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| We’ve established innocence, nigga, this Benz ain’t rigged
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| It’s easy, accelerate and make those twenties rotate
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| The corner cowboy invented Hennessy, straight
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| Satisfaction, in the midst of all the interaction
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| I sense tension, here
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| And some nigga over there’s givin us his undivided attention
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| Aiyyo Rob yo, is that this nigga (Who?)
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| Is that this nigga that been 'round here fuckin with’choo?
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| Want you want me to do?
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| Who you want me to run over, and run through?
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| With my gun drew, and unleash my wrath upon you
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| We can battle, but nigga, but pay for the bad news is true
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| This nigga done did somethin' that he can’t undo
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| And anybody who came here with him deserves one too
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| Is it true? |
| Fuckin' up my good clothes on you scandalous hoes
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| I suppose that these bullet holes will make ya widow keep the casket closed
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| How yo kids gonna get gave back to you? |
| That’s how it goes
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| Cee-Lo, Black Rob, Goodie Mob, Bad Boy, down south
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| Up top it don’t stop
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| Chorus
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| Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
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| Actin' like they wanna do som’thin to us
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| Cee-Lo, Black Rob just can’t be touched
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| I’ll negotiate the matter in gats he trust
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| In the club one night, war spittin' at us
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| In the corner sippin drinks on some real hush hush
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| Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
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| Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
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| Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
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| Actin' like they wanna do som’thin to us
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| Cee-Lo, Black Rob just can’t be touched
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| I’ll negotiate the matter in gats he trust
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| In the club one night, war spittin' at us
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| In the corner sippin drinks on some real hush hush
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| Yeah, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
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| Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us |