| We need to talk, lining them up
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| And I’m taking them out
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| Give me a second to jump out my cloud
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| I turn em' out like a bitch with no spouse
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| All of my niggas that came wit' me are wild
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| Out of the jungle we come through and prowl
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| Bitch I’m Chris Travis but look at me now
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| I look ahead and you seem to be down
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| I’m on the west but the south is my bound
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| Come through I’m smoking it up with my rounds
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| I like to get it through meeting around
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| I see you niggas but no where right now
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| I need to tell ya them band and free rolls
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| Bitches they give it up like free soap
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| No i do not have no time for free loads
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| I give it up to the one-o-zero, bitch
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| They wanna be us it’s okay, it’s okay
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| We pave the road and we made a new way
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| Can’t hear a thing now bitch what did you say?
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| Say that you fucked with us back in the day
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| That’s funny cause I don’t remember ya
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| Spreading the words like we friends with ya
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| I’ll end that rumour and bury you
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| We be nefarious when in the area
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| If i was you I would speak much more carefully
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| Know you ain’t us so how could I be scared of ya?
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| You are the damage and we are the damagers, just no comparing us |