| Bidadidat, you gonna hear that thing clap
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| Kid I take shit to heart, cause I was born like that
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| Bidadidat, you gonna hear that thing clap
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| Kid I take shit to heart, cause I was born like that
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| I only got my word as a man when I give it
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| When I say I’m goin at you it’s a given when I spit it
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| Some niggas talk out the ass amongst those who live it
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| Some niggas that’s from the hood, to shit it
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| Some bitches fuck niggas, they man best dog
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| Over that, now you got this nigga leakin on the floor
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| Better watch those broads, could die over that
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| Or totally against the grain and against street laws
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| I respect paper and, every minute is spent
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| Gettin that shit, so my little dunn can be set
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| What I think about a nigga that’s tryin to pose threat?
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| Nigga write it out if you can’t cash that check
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| Kid I know about death, you ain’t sayin nuttin slick
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| Empty out on that fool, ca-click, ca-click
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| Far as I’m concerned, it’s on sight wit’chu
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| And I ain’t playin no games, I hope you feel the same
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| You buck me, that’s lovely, you’ll have your day
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| But when I ride would you snitch or would you do the same
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| Okay, let’s get it goin on, families mourn
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| Mothers grieve, motherfffuckers bleed
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| Talkin 'bout it’s just rap music
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| This is blood sport, I run yo' ass up outta New York
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| I’ll make it hard for you to party
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| Best stay up underneath them undercover police dunn
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| You a target, we in the club dancin over your shhh
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| You in the crib, cause you scared to bump heads
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| And you should be, c’mon man, enjoy your success
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| Don’t tally my strength or poke out your chest
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| There’s no amount of dollars that can keep you safe
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| Ain’t no turnin back now, eat what’s on your plate |