| Everybody with the action 'til you hear this shit go
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| And a situation happened
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| Shit get painful like a pregnant pussy with contractions
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| Every bitch’ll get to scemin' every nigga get to blackin' (Ah)
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| Jahill Beats holla at me
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| You can rep it nigga, throw it up (Throw it up)
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| Or get to steppin' 'fore these bullets catch you showin' out
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| Threw 'em to the lion, nigga, fold 'em up
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| Or get to throw in the fire, nigga, blow 'em up
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| How could you ever imagine I’ll still get two
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| And then flattin' shit after all of these years and make these niggas sick of
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| My sniper, heat seeker, to find you out lackin'
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| Friendly reminder, see be could, kind of get colder than the winter shiver
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| Shatter, eat that (Huh), got to give it to her, she need that (Ah)
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| Got 'em thirsty in the hood, they need crack
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| Rolls Royce Wraith, sweet nap (Turn up for 'em)
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| Shawty you could throw yo' hand up, all on my nigga
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| That’s standard, mami, turn yo' ass around and make him want it from ya'
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| You know I only come to bat if everything’ll make the man of concoctin' another
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| bomb, to come and drop it on ya'
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| Bitch, I’m a different kind, I’m suggestin' that you stand on a different line
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| (Different line)
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| Richard Millie, I’m livin' in a different time
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| The fuck you think? |
| I’m only here to take what’s mine (Mine)
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| Wave the banner on the drummer
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| We always ready to pose on the camera for 'em (Flick it up)
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| Say they love the way we be droppin' them bangers on 'em
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| They here to fuck so we can cock them hammers on 'em
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| Hold up, who’s you nigga?
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| You know what I’ma do to you nigga?
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| Let’s go
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| Like Nas said, I’m 'bout to half-time her (Mm-mm)
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| He said «I think I’m 'bout to flatline her»
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| We 'bout to flatline a nigga
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| I’m 'bout to flatline her (Uh huh)
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| We incarnate niggas, baptize 'em, now (Get 'em)
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| Shatter, eat that (Huh), got to give it to her, she need that (Ah)
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| Got 'em thirsty in the hood, they need crack
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| Rolls Royce Wraith, sweet nap (Turn up for 'em)
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| Who’s you nigga?
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| You know what I’ma do to you nigga?
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| Let’s go (Ah)
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| Now throw it up nigga, rep your hood
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| You we always try to get it while the gettin’s good
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| Bitch, you wouldn’t of said it, well I wish you would
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| The energy is so kanetic, I know you wish you could
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| We tryna tell 'em, relax
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| We only be dealin' with facts and see I be makin' reactor niggas dead already
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| (Kill him)
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| See I could never really tame 'em but I be tryna change 'em
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| Regardless I always claim 'em 'cause we blessed already (Huh)
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| Yeay, Don Dodda, with a holy por nigga, top shotta (Yac)
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| I’ma kick ya inna da face like mi them a playin' socca
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| I’ll take all of ya bread like bi mon bacraba (Call it)
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| Now you see how we be movin'
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| See I don’t know what your provin'
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| Could give a fuck what your doin' nigga, put your hand up
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| Fuck the type of drug your usin', you nigga always been losin'
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| And the shit be so amusin', lyin' nigga stand up
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| See how we launch another missile, nigga
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| Shit could never more official, nigga
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| Flatline them artificial niggas
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| And brand them niggas all my initials, nigga
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| Bitch, we 'bout to bend the corner (Bend it)
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| Peel off in a 'Rari 'til we cross the boarder (Pyoom)
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| I make shit happen 'til I need a water (Fire)
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| Only two questions 'fore we make 'em follow orders
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| Who’s you nigga?
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| You know what I’ma do to you nigga?
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| Let’s go
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| Like Nas said, I’m 'bout to half-time her (Mm-mm)
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| Instead of thinkin' 'bout the flatline her"
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| We 'bout to flatline a nigga
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| I’m 'bout to flatline her (Uh huh)
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| We incarnate niggas, baptize 'em, now (Get 'em)
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| Shatter, eat that (Huh), got to give it to her, she need that (Ah)
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| Got 'em thirsty in the hood, they need crack
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| Rolls Royce Wraith, sweet nap (Turn up for 'em)
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| Who’s you nigga?
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| You know what I’ma do to you nigga?
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| Let’s go |