| Hip hop grip Glocks and hit cops
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| And tell everybody on your block to get gwops
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| Coward, fuck is you Cunningham Howard?
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| No more happy days, the gat clap at your grays
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| Deligating, regulating, never have to use a gun
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| Rock is the opposite, pop a clip, bitch, you shooting son
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| Sean Price got the icon flow
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| Run up the wall and backflip, Tae Kwon Do
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| Hidden Dragon, Crouching Tiger, Kung Fu Hustling
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| Sell weed to Chinese niggas who keep a Dutch in 'em
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| What you see is what you get now
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| Don’t you forget now, this is it now
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| (You better watch who around you
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| Cuz niggas will pound you, and wanna trey pound/come pound you)
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| It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have let you
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| Without something you can one-two step to
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| Yeah, I see how the game done changed
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| Niggas talking real tough, like they built that way
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| But up north, up north, you was known as a chump chaser
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| Now you home, you wanna look at me like you a gangster
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| Everybody told me you as fucking them boys
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| Yeah, your name was making noise, but you was fucking them boys
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| I see you let your zoota grow in, and your looks changed
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| Oh, you a Muslim, now? |
| On my dope game
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| Look man, gun control, just mean both hands
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| Nah, I never hit ya man with no grams
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| Damn, we trying to bring a nigga down there
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| How I’mma do Ludacris said
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| Move, bitch, get out the way
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| 'Fore the forty cal spray, put your head a block away
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| Two step, Timb check, gun up under the jacket
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| Hoodie on, gets it on, with any one of you bastards
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| The streets watching, ain’t no time for relaxing
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| Block hugging, paper chasing, on the grind trying to stack it, man
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| Camera leave the 'ville on your tactics
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| Be the blade you gave us, dude, to use to stab in ya back with
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| Alot of you be looking at the game backwards
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| Thinking it’s a game until your body laying in the casket
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| Aiyo, I’m sorry if you never been on a safari
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| Army green Ferrari, sitting on Bergatti
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| Yo, hit the hood, I pull up in a new Jag
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| Same color doorag, nigga, you mad
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| Bitches like 'who that', all trying to eye us
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| And ya’ll dick riders, fiending to sit by us
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| Yo, sideline niggas is so ridiculous
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| You don’t roll wit Dougie, so you can’t be vicious, listen |