| It sounds like Nyge
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| M1OnTheBeat
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| Slapped four out the .44, have two left
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| Couldn’t chase the GSR, left the pigs clueless
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| Free Crimmy, knocked it out 'til it was toothless
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| Broad day let it spray, bait, too ruthless
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| .32 tings, bail, three shootings
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| Heard he wants he wants smoke
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| So when I buck 'im, I’ma two’s him (I'ma bun' him)
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| Big buckshots, bruck the dots slapped two in
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| Let the crack boil, call a judge to taste the Susan (What's it sayin'?
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| What’s it sayin'?)
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| They wanna know my net worth (What's it worth?)
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| Twenty-three what my neck’s worth (Big drip)
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| I could buy two dwellers if I shot my next verse
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| Shoot his chest after but I’d rather hit his 'ead first (Dead boy)
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| Now he’s on the ward, no two scissors
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| I just slapped one shot and I hit two niggas (Both of them)
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| Got some new spinners 'cause I got some new figures
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| New dotty came in three but it’s got two triggers (I've got loads of them)
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| Slapped one out the big 9, that’s fifteen left
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| He said that it was beef 'til he got G-checked
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| Run upon 'em bangin' (Bang!)
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| Broad daylight, out the Z-Tec
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| I need the clip, lookin' like a nitty with no teeth left (Hahaha)
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| Big sweets like the size of some D breasts (Big ones)
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| It’s what the clip holds so just speak less
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| Do it like Dappy with no regrets
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| Pop out the bush and leave about five shots up in his V-neck (Bang!)
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| They wanna know what the watch is worth (What?)
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| More than your whip’s what the watch is worth
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| You’re passing through Liverpool, come to Toxteth first
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| Stay the night, bet you’ll see how them Glocks disperse
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| One car ought to start reverse
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| Start bangin', and leave you to the doc and nurse, leave you to the doc and
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| nurse
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| I told these man if you ain’t real, we can’t swap a verse
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| They wanna know my net worth (What's it worth?)
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| Twenty-three what my neck’s worth (Big drip)
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| I could buy two dwellers if I shot my next verse
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| Shoot his chest after but I’d rather hit his 'ead first (Dead boy)
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| They wanna know what the watch is worth (What?)
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| More than your whip’s what the watch is worth
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| Passing through Liverpool, come to Toxteth first
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| Stay the night, bet you’ll see how them Glocks disperse |