| Man, what the fuck this nigga want?
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| Shit 4:30 in the morning
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| Calling a nigga this fucking early, this nigga crazy
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| Phone rang, it’s my nigga G tryna get some victims
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| Boss man, what’s happening with ya, nigga?
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| Let me clear the business
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| Yo I got it but not this instance
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| Yo boss, them boys slippin
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| Before y’all get in position, we gon stalk him and we gon flip him
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| We ain’t talking if they come get us only statement
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| Where’s my lawyer?
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| You know Jason on the way, when the cold in
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| Not talking man what’s important
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| Anybody can shoot
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| Y’all go for all that shit
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| But now them boys be with Boosie
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| We stomp you out like a movie Big Kirby and 20 uzi’s
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| Fuck with us boy you stupid
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| We clutch and we all go use it
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| Fuck with us y’all go lose it
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| We won street wars, nigga
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| So ain’t no telling what we will do to you little rap boys who act hard
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| I sent an army of commandos and Rambos
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| Niggas who watch you all night through gazelles, not binoculars
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| Smash and go eat tilapia
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| Laugh at you over dinner
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| Focusin eyes open there’s no laughing when we in that rental
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| I got the real shooter
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| That’s in jail for it
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| Ring a nigga bell for it
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| They’ll never say no
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| I got the real shooter
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| That’s in jail for it
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| Ring a nigga bell for it
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| They’ll never say no
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| I got the real shooter
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| Lay by your house for you
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| Or set the bitch off for you
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| Or make some white chalk for me and don’t talk back
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| I got the real shooter
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| That’s in jail for it
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| Ring a nigga bell for it
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| They’ll never say no
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| I got the real shooter
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| I know a man myth
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| I know an old dawg
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| These niggas love me
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| They call me they big dawg
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| It don’t matter who you is nigga
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| We gon get the big dawg
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| Cut the head off the body fall like when Ivy died
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| Ride or die
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| Wait on that nigga since he on his fucking back
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| Gon saw that he since he had a fucking problem
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| 5 to the face, 6 to the body
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| You know you die Ruger Red still on my passenger side, nigga
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| I got the real shooter
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| That’s in jail for it
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| Ring a nigga bell for it
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| They’ll never say no
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| I got the real shooter
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| That’s in jail for it
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| Ring a nigga bell for it
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| They’ll never say no
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| I got the real shooter
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| Lay by your house for you
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| Or set the bitch off for you
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| Or make some white chalk for me and don’t talk back
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| I got the real shooter
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| That’s in jail for it
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| Ring a nigga bell for it
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| They’ll never say no
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| I got the real shooter
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| Shoot em up, bang bang (you better run from em)
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| You better run from it (you better run)
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| We got that bond money
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| I got the real shooter
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| (You better run from ‘em)
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| (You better run from ‘em)
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| We got that bond money
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| I got the real shooter
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| They like their homework (they do their homework)
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| They like their homework (they do their homework)
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| I got the real shooter
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| They like their homework (they do their homework)
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| They like their homework
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| I got the real shooter
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| We known ridin' on the hunt, with a rocket launcher
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| On my lap is my strap, my pocket monster
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| We known ridin' on the hunt, with a rocket launcher
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| On my lap is my strap, my pocket monster
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| Raised round some sick niggas with some sick ways
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| Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
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| Raised round some sick niggas with some sick ways
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| Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang |