| Well say hello to the bad guy or am I or cos I’m ya local slinger swinger, quick ta bring the drama
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| plus not takin the sweat but test me if ya wanna
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| I’m baggin kids up like they bag that chick T’wanna
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| for the props and top dollar, G I’m doin what I gotta, see
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| I puts the fear in ya heart kid, I start for nuttin
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| and no this ain’t the dope that catch ya cuttin, bust
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| Now’s the time to make my move cos I’m out to do tha
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| kid that tried to slip for some buda, sleep (word up)
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| I peeped every spot his boys be, I got crew
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| But what am I do is get somebody new to do it for me
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| I’m catchin wreck to prove a point, time is loot
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| and I ain’t spinnin it in the joint but better yet
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| These days I’m all professional, some new I got
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| I check this nigga that I used to snatch jewels wit
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| back in the day but nevertheless the kid’s ass’slingin gas
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| to pay bills to 'ford some pills that kill stress (I hear ya kid)
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| Now as for me G let’s just say I learnt the rules
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| I paid my dues and now I cruise in my Lexus
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| No better time than the present to make him an offer
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| He can’t refuse but might regret it, so I’ma set it Hook
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| Verse 2: Dray
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| Well, umm, take this job and shove it punk it, another day of workin
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| My boss is on my back and I’m about to go berserkin
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| Catch a fit money grip cos pumpin gas is a bitch way
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| Niggas be ridin by my job and frontin like they bitchin
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| I wanna bust wit disgust cos I’m sour (aha)
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| Takin all the and only gettin four dollars a hour
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| There go some bitches swearin that they better
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| givin a cold shoulder as they roll by in the jetter
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| I gets no pay though cos they know that you know
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| can’t wait to take a break so I can go and puff this buddha
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| I’m bustin my ass but my cash just ain’t stockin
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| Now who’s this creepin up the block-in?
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| Clockin, lookin like he really wanna test this
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| Just another dick, I oughta stick him for that Lexus
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| The is killin me, why this kid grillin me?
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| actin like he wanna bust caps and start fillin me up wit some hot, I spot, I’m buggin
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| I fuckin know this nigga because he used to be thuggin
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| my area, causes hysteria, I guess he chillin
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| We used ta rob niggas back in the day when I was illin
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| like jaw-cappin niggas just for yappin
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| He claim he got some loot that I can make, I give a clappin
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| Umm, let him kick it cos I ain’t tryin to sink in I need to make this dough so now ya know he got me thinkin
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| Hook
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| Interlude: Dray &(Books) conversing
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| Yo what up kid? |
| I know that was you B, yo waz up?
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| (Yo what up kid? Yo, I’m just out here doin my thing man
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| I’m tryin ta make this loot man, what up to you?)
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| Yo what’s up? |
| Put me on kid, ya see what I’m doin?
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| (I'm sayin man, what you doin man?)
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| Word up, I get off in a few B
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| (Aight! Yo I’m tryin ta see ya, word is bond!)
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| Yo yo, I ain’t frontin kid, word is bond!
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| (Yo I’ma see ya aight)
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| Verse 3: Dray, Books
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| Bringin it back cos now I’m wit it
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| I’m lookin ta make this loot so now I figure
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| I hooked up with this nigga
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| because he bound to make my pocket’s bigger
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| I’m lookin ta do this just gimme the cue and I’m willin
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| He scooped up, suit me up boost me ups so now I guess we’re chillin
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| I’m guessin we’re like on some back-in-the-day
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| I need you to do me this
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| justice, some busters keep on playin me on some stupid
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| Crab nigga, up on the block he’s just a tad bigger
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| Time to earn the cash so here’s the burner and the match nigga
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| Yeah yeah yeah that sound cool so gimme the 2 because I’m on it
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| I leave em layin stiff and if that’s how ya really want it
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| I’m buggin when I pull it, watch the bullet leave em leakin
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| Yo, hold up, cops! |
| Yo I think them cops is peepin
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| Oh, where they at? |
| Stash the gat, toss the erb cuz
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| Jakes checkin my plates and I’m tryin not to swerve, word
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| My nuts is shot, I think these cops is like schemin G
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| I’m pullin to the curb because these *?hertz?* is high -beamin me Hook |