| Kill em’s good, nigga
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| Time is now, man
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| Was real good, nigga
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| It’s been a while
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| Ride around, trunk full that funk, call it that parliament
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| Shit go for 60 a brick, I got a lot of it
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| Glock 9, thirty shot clip still filled with hollow tips
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| Get up in the booth, put the beat on and knock the molly shit
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| Dope came straight out the jula, like polishin'
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| Watch them niggas that’s close, know who you ridin' with
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| Never get caught in between, know who you sidin' with
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| Watch all the bitches you fuckin', know who you slidin' with
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| Pussy all slippery, wrist all glittery
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| One five one is the mob where my niggas be
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| Rest in peace, Train, we gon' ball in yo memory
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| Fifty blunts o' sour, a gallon of the Hennessy
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| Slow medicine, like I got the remedy
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| Niggas find link, they pay the penity
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| Niggas get hit with the gun that killed Kennedy
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| New rafe and side color, cinamon grint — cuss
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| This shit is tough, mane
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| This shit it tough, mane
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| This shit it tough, mane
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| I put it in the sky (that money)
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| I put it in the sky (the weed)
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| I put it in the sky (that money)
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| I put it in the sky (the skunk)
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| Shit, if ya down, let’s get it, I ride around wid it
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| No quarters or halfs, I’m moving by the pound wid it
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| Then I sit at home, gettin' dome
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| Bird chirpin' on the dick, that’s a chicken bone
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| Started touching shiz-shit, I sell this shit alone
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| Took her from first to third base, so I sent her home
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| You be happy to be me, much as sassy as Ree-Ree
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| But every mornin', man,, you happy to see me
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| I deserve this life, I come from hot things to murder knife
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| Shoot-out, knife fights, you heard it right
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| From a hell tale to gosh children, I’m hellbound
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| ATF, CIA, FBI, DOH, what the hell now?
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| DT’s, DA, DEA, feel like hell solo, spellbound!
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| It’s the circus stuff, so I deserve the clown
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| But I’m a show closer, hell, I’ll blow ya curtains down |