| I’m finna show you fuck niggas how Florida go H.A.M., nigga
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| Straight like that, fuck nigga
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| FnZ
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| Oh damn
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| Ronny J, please turn me up
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| Contact, sit out, I’ma hold the fort
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| All black, sticks out like I’m Voldemort
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| Lights out, stomped out like Columbus Short
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| This ain’t what you want, better teleport
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| Instant transmission, have your mans missing, plans thicken
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| While my bands thicken, have your clan stricken, hands itchin'
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| That’s the trigger finger, uh, now your spirit linger, uh
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| Get my Stanley Steamer on, sniper with the beamer on
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| Cut your line like I’m Hercules, leave you in surgery
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| Beef is a wad of meat, bitch, this ain’t Aqua Teen
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| Fuck a gun, I’ma go whip his ass
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| Fuck around, have you spinnin' like Taz
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| All you niggas quick to pick up a strap
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| Everlast make a nigga take naps
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| Used to go to sleep, I would hear the blocka, blocka
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| Think it’s fireworks but I assume it’s a chopper
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| Why they hit that man with the boom-shaka-laka?
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| If he got the scope with the zoom, shotta, shotta
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| I grew up in a city where most people have no goals
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| Just cold-blooded niggas in a place that never snow
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| We’ll rob you for your chain, probably pistol whip your ho
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| We carry hollow tips 'cause it reflects what’s in my soul, damn
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| Contact, sit out, I’ma hold the fort
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| All black, sticks out like I’m Voldemort
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| Lights out, stomped out like Columbus Short
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| This ain’t what you want, better teleport
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| Instant transmission, have your mans missing, plans thicken
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| While my bands thicken, have your clan stricken, hands itchin'
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| That’s the trigger finger, uh, now your spirit linger, uh
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| Get my Stanley Steamer on, sniper with the beamer on
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| Blood on my shoes, these ain’t red bottoms, headshot 'em
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| Fly in the night with my bats, Gotham, feds watching
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| Bitch, I’m from Dade, I do no cappin', no lackin'
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| Once you get hit, don’t know what happened, no flapping
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| Free Ted, nigga, fuck all my enemies
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| Fuck nigga run up, catchin' felonies
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| Get the racks, flip the pack, that’s my specialty
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| Hundred round hit your block, I got seventy
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| Riot, riot, you don’t want no violence
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| Silence, silence, tell that boy be quiet
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| Riot, riot, don’t make me start a riot
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| Silence, silence, put that boy in silence
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| Riot, riot, don’t make me start a riot
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| Silence, silence, put that boy in silence
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| Oh damn
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| Ronny J, please turn me up
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| Blackland, nigga, 66.-motherfuckin'-6 |