| Got the camo boots strapped up, yeah I’m in the back, uh
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| Only see me if you act up
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| Motherfuckers should’ve warned you
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| I would go to war for my soldiers
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| I go militant, I’m havin' villians, bitch
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| Pull up on that nonsense, jump out with long sticks
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| Bullet ricocheting through project bricks
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| The crime rate at its highest peak, damn
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| See my killers ain’t in videos, no
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| They at the crib cleanin' shoes and guns
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| See my player partners, they don’t run about the hoes, no
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| They too busy puttin' these hoes on the run
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| Go get my money, I needs my money
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| Bitch ain’t even smilin' 'cause ain’t shit funny
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| A nigga with a pussy, I ride on
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| A bitch with a pussy, I slide on
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| Ho ass nigga try to run up on me
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| Then know I had that nine on me like
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| Hahahaha
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| What the fuck you thought you was gonna do, huh?
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| What the fuck you thought you was gonna do
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| Sit on the motherfuckin' ground and tie your shoes together, bitch
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| You can’t rob the robber, nigga (You got it?)
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| C’mon, c’mon
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| Hit his punk ass with the gun or the lime
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| I don’t take chances, I don’t take time, on Christ
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| What a fool, what a waste of life
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| Kay Slay my big brother, we been gettin' money, splittin' royalties
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| Almost 20 years, still eatin' together, that’s loyalty, yeah
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| Got the camo boots strapped up, yeah I’m in the back, uh
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| Only see me if you act up
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| Motherfuckers should’ve warned you
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| I would go to war for my soldiers
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| I go militant, I’m havin' villians, bitch
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| Pull up on that nonsense, jump out with long sticks
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| Bullet ricocheting through project bricks
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| The crime rate at its highest peak, damn
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| Been about the crashin', put me in the front seat
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| I’m hard-bodied, can’t a nigga punk me (I fight good)
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| I can get grimy like Brooklyn nights, all broad day
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| Dress up like a bomb, ooh, I was made to spray
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| I’m clutchin' on a dirty drake, give you 97 like Slay
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| When I’m up top I mix the sour with gorilla ape
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| Got the camel boots strapped with a MAC-10
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| Take whoever to war, make you do a backbend (Damn)
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| Got the camo boots strapped up, yeah I’m in the back, uh
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| Only see me if you act up
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| Motherfuckers should’ve warned you
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| I would go to war for my soldiers
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| I go militant, I’m havin' villians, bitch
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| Pull up on that nonsense, jump out with long sticks
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| Bullet ricocheting through project bricks
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| The crime rate at its highest peak, damn
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| Black, black Bugatti, Texas white the spokes
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| Opps should go with the stealing, seats covered in smoke
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| Realest nigga they know, shooter from down below
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| Somewhere inside the ghetto with temperatures low as snow
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| Keep a set of arms longer than dirt, trippin', I send 'em to work
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| Leave your ass open for target practice and drop you in dirt
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| Put you inside of a box, bet you that talkin'
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| Gon' get you put in situations like a preacher, you’re prayin' it stop
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| You can tell 'em I play to win games
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| Ain’t no option for losing
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| Bitch, I’m thuggin' like Pac is back
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| Tell 'em picture me cruisin'
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| Ask Slay, I’m on that drama shit
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| Open hand slap me a motherfucker
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| And show him I’m 'bout that drama, bitch
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| Got the camo boots strapped up, yeah I’m in the back, uh
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| Only see me if you act up
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| Motherfuckers should’ve warned you
|
| I would go to war for my soldiers
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| I go militant, I’m havin' villians, bitch
|
| Pull up on that nonsense, jump out with long sticks
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| Bullet ricocheting through project bricks
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| The crime rate at its highest peak, damn |