| Yeah.
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| Why they don’t get a nigga like me
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| To sing the national anthem or nuttin?
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| It’s nothin!
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| Nokio! |
| (Flame, Nokio)
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| NOKIO GIVE US A BEAT BABY — SOME GANGSTA SHIT YO!
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| CNN, the best group that ever lived
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| Best blowin fuckin group that ever lived in rap
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| Hundred percent real stories, we speak truth
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| Yo, tell 'em how your life is son
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| How your life is yo?
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| My life is nothing like a sitcom, you see I sip Dom
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| I rock Jor-dan's, and can’t stand Pip-pen's
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| Bases loaded, coach want me to bunt
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| But I’mma go for the homer and cock the pump
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| I was the kid in the hood your moms ain’t want you with
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| Now I’m rich, tell your moms one-two click
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| Since a young one, I love heaven and love hell
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| Escobar style, I’ll build my own jail
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| The America’s, 'merica's, favorite thug
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| To sell cocaine, America’s, favorite drugs
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| Me and 'Pone like the military, we train niggas
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| And the hoes don’t fuck, they just brain niggas
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| CNN, focus on us, we coco-nuts
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| We throw our gang signs up, see them loc with us
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| Set up a congregation, so I can orally speak
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| I orally, have sex cause my aura (?) is deep, it go
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| Y’all don’t wanna fuck with us
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| CNN out for them pesos
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| Y’all don’t wanna bust with us
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| Niggas better move when we say so
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| What’s this I hear?
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| CNN ain’t real?!
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| What’s this I hear?
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| CNN is wack?!
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| What’s this I hear?
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| CNN won’t kill?!
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| Now what’s this I hear?
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| CNN ain’t back?!
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| Yo, I give you every part of my life, from my paralyzed finger
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| To the foul death of my moms, the slug and the length of my arm
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| I’m «The Answer» like Allen I
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| Who runs sick like cancer on the Island, I
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| I’m the first that ever loc’ed on a Nok' track
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| CNN back, like #5 Jordan’s purple and black
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| We spazzed on purpose, fuck tryin to sit in a cat'
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| I erase drama and talk, memories in my rap
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| It’s kinda hard to rap on radio while I sit in the box
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| All I could think was money, send a few flicks to my pops
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| I give the street life my all, stripes and scars
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| Nights was hard, felt I had a right to rob
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| Now I spit righteous bars, FUCK livin like the stars
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| Give me a hood crib and a Chrysler Dodge
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| Cause I’m just like y’all, my kicks scuff like y’all
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| I still get harassed and searched up like y’all
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| Yo, imagine us cowards
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| You still live with mommy, still get allowance
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| I chase Henny, bubblin ounces
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| I returned off a short stretch, stuck in the mountains
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| What’s this I hear huh? |
| This is my year
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| 'Pone shit kosher you think not? |
| I give you my ear
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| Now listen closer I was born, and I’mma die here
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| Listen soldier, I rap and keep one in the holster
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| Nigga you front, and I’mma pop one in your shoulder
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| Yo raise the partition, cock guns with ammunition
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| Knock you out position, and have your little ho missin
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| Niggas get locked up, I spread my love
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| Yo they leave God-Body but they come home Blood
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| Balloon bags full of weed, yo I send you those
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| And it’s all about my niggas, won’t mention hoes
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| Keep it tight on all four corners, warrant search
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| Po'-po' and C.O.'s they all get merked, it go
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| — repeat 2X
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| Yeah, it’s like this
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| Collaboration, CNN gangsta shit
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| With my nigga Nokio on the beats
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| On the boards, fuckin shit up y’all, yeah
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| He on the boards, fuckin shit up y’all
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| Huh, a hit record, got a hit record, written all over the track
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| Aiyyo it got a hit record all over the track
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| Yeah hit record, written all over the track. |