| Yeah it’s the DJ Khaled Khaled Khaled
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| I do this for the projects!
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| I got the mothafuckin gutta on this track
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| I got the projects on this one!
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| You have no idea why you started
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| But guess this is your final warning
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| And boy we don’t care who you calling
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| Nothing can save you know
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| Shotta youts will run up in your apartment
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| So you betta mind where you walking
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| God damn man can to your target
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| Nothin can save you know
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| See you dun push the wrong button
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| And Cross the wrong line
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| Stepped on the wrong shoe
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| Muthafucka it was mine
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| Time and time they get me out the tandem
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| Me are da true
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| I traded mine in
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| For caveman king
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| You don’t wanna fuck with the Southside Gotcha boys
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| Ya’ll ain’t know trill ass niggas
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| Ya’ll some boxy boys
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| And pull shots on boys
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| Scattered like a roach
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| And put that on the fifth
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| I’m the nigga you don’t wanna approach
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| I was raised in the heart of the jungle
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| The belly of the beast
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| And this lick here sweet
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| I’m so flawed
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| You can put me on the front line
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| Ass back nicks
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| I don’t represent the gun shy
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| Thing about the Street life
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| Homie I live
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| Wear my heart on my sleeve
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| And niggas gotta fear life
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| From the bottom to the top
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| East to the west
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| All I gotta say is Khaled
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| Nigga we the Best
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| You have no idea why you started
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| But guess this is your final warning
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| And boy we don’t care who you calling
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| Nothing can save you know
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| Khaled go let me see em
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| Hand me the fucking clever
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| Cause I got a fucking fever
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| For all the Evel Knievel people
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| Who try to stunt
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| Call me Danny Glover
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| I’m lethal this ain’t no sequel
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| Shoot you people while you sleeping
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| The grim reaper is out to lunch
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| Put holes in you mouth so you can’t be found
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| And Khaled got my back
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| He gon shoot a hundred rounds
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| Bdddddddddddddah
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| So say hello to death
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| If you ever in my town
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| I came from the eggs of a goddess
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| And the balls of a gigolo
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| All I had was 2 ounces
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| An old chevy and figuro
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| Blood shed apart my feet
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| And bad vibes got a nigga rocking voodoo deep
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| Lord forgive me I know not a better way
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| And pop has tried to stick me
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| Damn I need some better ye
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| Ring the Alarm
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| Tell em people come come
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| Look at what the fuck the Briscgun YEAH!
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| It’s the Final Warning!
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| Khaled these niggas talkin
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| I’m an orphin
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| And leave a hole in his head
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| Like a dolphin
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| Fuck a hole in one
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| Ain’t golfin'
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| I’mma put his whole unit in a coffin
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| Cause any nigga fuck wit my pocket
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| I’mma open his ass off
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| Like suicide doors
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| Any badass niggas
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| Y’all scared of that lake
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| I’mma tell you once don’t be scared of the dre
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| You have no idea why you started
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| But guess this is your final warning
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| And boy we don’t care who your callin
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| Nothing can save you know
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| I’m usually cool
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| But know I gotta bet back
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| I tried telling ya
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| Ain’t wit’cha death threats
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| I let my nigga know
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| Tell em go hammer that
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| And it ain’t gon take all day
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| We know where you live at
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| Ill bet ya hide from ya neighbors
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| Keep em mad shawty
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| That’s how we kill em babies
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| Holla Khaled
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| And tell him I’m on the way now
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| I just had to hit a lick in the A-Town
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| Look at me it’s shawty
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| So bossy
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| And I don’t feel like that
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| Can’t stop me now
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| Ya See what’s Haapning
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| Big shit dun popped off
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| I’m the best nigga
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| You can ask Khaled
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| You can ask Khaled
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| You can ask Khaled
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| I’m the best nigga
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| You have no idea why you started
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| But guess this is your final warning
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| And boy we don’t care who your callin
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| Nothing can save you know
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| Shotta youts will run up in your apartment
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| So you betta mind where you walkin
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| God damn man can do your target
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| Nothin can save you know |