| Niggas is sittin' targets
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| Sittin' ducks, drip duck sauce
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| We move around, can’t pick us off
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| Niggas heard I ran on the plug, now they want it upfront
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| Lil' homie, this ain’t a game; |
| we playin' Duck Hunt
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| Smash ya console
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| It’s been a long chase, I could have crashed the Bronco
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| But they don’t hear my pain, they just know how the song go
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| Sad to say, 'round my way, can’t let the lawn grow
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| God spoke to me, it was hard to ignore 'em
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| But I felt like him when I slipped my arm in the Lauren
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| They ain’t believe in me, I fought to insure 'em
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| Now the new crack era 'bout to start a seclorum, huh
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| Gotta make sure the goons’ll broom
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| But still and all, that bitch still gonna boof balloons
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| Walls went to talking, had to move the room
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| And the dark blood look like blue maroon
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| Word, they ain’t even see it come
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| The OGs failed, I gotta teach the young
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| We’ll enjoy the fruits soon as we get done
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| Take the cannoli, leave the gun
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| I give 'em the uncut truth
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| Line niggas up in the circle; |
| Duck, Duck, Goose
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| Swallow ya front tooth
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| They want juice, throw 'em off the roof |