| Ka-boom!
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| At the buzzer, yes!
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| Boom bow, boom bap, brr, stick 'em
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| Huh, right? |
| Nah, hit 'em
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| Boom shakalaka-laka, hit a nigga with the chopper
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| Boom shakalaka-laka, drop a nigga when I pop up
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| Boom bow, boom bap, brr, stick 'em
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| Huh, right? |
| Nah, hit 'em
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| Boom shakalaka-laka, hit a nigga with the chopper
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| Boom shakalaka-laka, drop a nigga when I pop up
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| I just pull up, get out and get all the hoes
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| (Boom shakalaka!) Look at all them hoes
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| How you know me, homie? |
| Don’t call me «bro»
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| You blew cash like me, don’t call me, crow
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| Any smoke with me, better make it known
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| He been hide all summer, better take this snow
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| I’m feeling you, but I demand some respect
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| 'cause I already spent your advance on a tech (Boom!)
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| Dance with the devil, I done sparred with the best
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| I done came out the east, getting love out west
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| Boom bow, boom bam, hit him
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| (Toting them, toting them choppers) Chick with him
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| If your man fall, you fall, stick with him
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| I don’t care if you stand up, sit with him
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| Out the mud, sandbox, piss, shit with him
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| I can tell who really got the bitch in 'em
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| Boom bow, boom bap, brr, stick 'em
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| Huh, right? |
| Nah, hit 'em
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| Boom shakalaka-laka, hit a nigga with the chopper
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| Boom shakalaka-laka, drop a nigga when I pop up
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| Boom bow, boom bap, brr, stick 'em
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| Huh, right? |
| Nah, hit 'em
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| Boom shakalaka-laka, hit a nigga with the chopper
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| Boom shakalaka-laka, drop a nigga when I pop up
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| Niggas 'bout it, 'bout it like Master P
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| Talk down on Papi, that’s blasphemy
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| Talk down on Rukkus, that’s blasphemy
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| Talk down on me, fuck blasphemy
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| Rat in peace, don’t ask for beef
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| Taking over Nova Scotia, better pass the trees
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| Disrespect, grab the tech, move foul, caught a rep
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| Better watch where you step, then I blast the piece, motherfucker
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| Throw him in the choke, gun smoke, the aroma
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| Still in the streets, but I party at the Mobile
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| I be posted up, never posing with a poser
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| Salute me, general, started as a soldier
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| Anyway, get away, local, howlin'
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| Speeding, laughing, shoot the gun sideways
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| Counting this money, feeling proper
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| When I lay a nigga down with the chopper
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| So don’t you bet me
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| I know that they want to behead me
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| So nigga, I’m ready
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| Don’t need to protect me
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| I’m gripped with the straps and machetes
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| So come on mafucker, come get me
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| Tanboys and The Sev be the mafucking fam
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| I’ll break a nigga jaw for my big brother Bamz
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| All Souls, Hunnid Keep It, that’s the mafucking clan
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| Thought we told ya that you can’t ban the tan, lil bitch
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| Boom bow, boom bap, brr, stick 'em
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| Huh, right? |
| Nah, hit 'em
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| Boom shakalaka-laka, hit a nigga with the chopper
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| Boom shakalaka-laka, drop a nigga when I pop up
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| Boom bow, boom bap, brr, stick 'em
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| Huh, right? |
| Nah, hit 'em
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| Boom shakalaka-laka, hit a nigga with the chopper
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| Boom shakalaka-laka, drop a nigga when I pop up
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| Pull up on 'em with the opps
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| Toting them, toting them choppers
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| Toting them, toting them, toting them choppers
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| Pull up on 'em with the opps
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| Toting them, toting them choppers
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| Pull up on 'em with the opps
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| Toting them, toting them choppers
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| Boom shakalaka! |