| Nigga, I’m bout 4 seconds off yo ASS
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| When I get that itch, you betta pass, cause I’m ready to blast
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| Breaking them motherfuckers off when pistol pumpin hollow points
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| You ain’t gonna LAST
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| Cause I’m bout to fuck you STRAIGHT UP
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| Shit I be dippin up in the club, my milla-meter go buck
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| Now you bogus as fuck, shit outta luck
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| I’m a murder your spot in yo GUT
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| And run up right beside of yo crib
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| Jus talkin bout shit you jus did, neva tellin the pigs
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| About the weapons and the work you put in to find where I hide my SHIT
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| Cause she was all on my DICK
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| Wonderin where I be hustlin and bustin niggas on the Block
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| Servin rocks, I was hot, but I to keep takin cause I had to get RICH
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| Now I got a lil BIT OF SCRATCH, Navigator and a 'llac
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| You be on a nigga back, said you tired of servin packs
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| You want me to front you a few G SACKS
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| So I broke you off a lil SOME SOME
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| Give a nigga high off one bum, from the jump, make yo body slump
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| Make the Tempo pump, cause you servin dem GUMPS
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| From the Westside to the SOUTHSIDE |
| Because we be ready to ride, because we bout pride, what was Cowhide
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| Do what was hard, now high, we bout die
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| Put him off the temp ready to hurt 'em
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| Now they mouth wide, we murders that will bust all of y’all
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| Togetha brotha, we ball or fall
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| Cap.One, bitch, shinin' to ya like I’m bout to draw
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| Windy City haters, fuck all of y’all
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| To the gangstas and hustlers, Chi thugs, throw it up
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| While we smoke 5-bo lets get buck
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| Why we rollin to the westside?
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| Nigga let’s ride to the Southside and roll 'em up
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| And you know I can’t forget bout
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| My niggas and bitches who had my back when I was out on the cut
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| Hit the clutch, we bout to whip up the club
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| Trippin, we gonna pick up the punk
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| How many niggas wanna bust the gunshots
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| Touch the Glock, back on the block
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| For my niggas that pop one shot
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| Murderious niggas that put the barrel in yo mouth
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| And bury it outside, cop keys on the drive
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| Love, love all my bitches and thugs
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| That put a slug in any nigga that fuckin wit my blood
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| Hey, hate for any nigga for to stay
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| And for the fake niggas fuckin wit J |
| I can’t wait to KILL
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| Kill all nigga that will
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| This shit is real, when you up in the field, in my field
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| TAKE, Take a nigga life to see, how many niggas wanna die for me
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| Now motherfucker, wild WILD, is the home, holla Southside
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| And its on, I’ma ride wit my chrome, I’m a silent the chrome
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| Take the whole world on my own
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| Nigga, I’ma die on the throne
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| Its the bitch that killed the shit
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| Now fuckin wit this, I love you dicks
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| Runnin up wit the dick, wanna lick
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| A big bitch, wit big dreams, and big shit
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| Fuck wit a nigga that put the gleam on the wrist
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| Killaz, wild ass niggas, drug dealerz
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| Motherfuckers that put lead all up in ya
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| Send you to bed, the bloodshed with the red to yo head
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| When you fuck wit guerillas
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| Shit, I love when I get on the block not even goin thru a thang
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| Spittin it for niggas and bitches who holla my name
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| You feelin more pressure and pain
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| Niggas is jealous and wanna step out of the game
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| You tellin me life is the same
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| I’m tellin you niggas, you sheisty for the price of the fame
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| Or have niggas goin insane |
| Spittin it for niggas and bitches who want me to reign
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| Enter the mind of a Don
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| Cap-to-tha-Dot-to-tha-One
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| Nigga, who we pop wit the guns
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| On the block, all day, tryin to get my money right
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| Niggas on the roof lookin out wit the ones
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| Wit the ??? |
| fucks, ice, I say get down on my nutts
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| Bounce wit a pound in the trunk
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| Fuckin wit some hoes, watch dem go up in the room
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| Every nigga who I’m down gon bust
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| Hit it from the Don, blow dro quick wit the Chrome
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| Blaze till Six in the Morn
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| Slide to the club
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| Hoes wanna show a nigga love
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| Shit, we can ride drinkin, Bone «Foe Tha Luv of Tha.»
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| Niggas and bitches that push weight
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| And flip gates flick to da lake
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| Ballin C-A-P Dot, gun cock
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| Run in yo spot, lick shots and give a fuck
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| To da mallin (WHA)
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| So I be reppin da wild
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| Niggas in front with the tech and the crowd
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| Spit rhythms and get 'em buck wit many styles
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| Get patience, what da fuck nigga we out
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| Den, you know I can’t forget bout da crib
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| Niggas dat be wit me on da tip
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| Let 'em know that it’s on, T and Shawn', Cap One who da Don |
| My niggas got it on in this bitch
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| — repeat 2X |