| Coming through shotgun stlye
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| Cop one thou
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| Need a hundred more
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| What da fuck you runnin’for
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| You don’t wanna see it when we point a gun at yall
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| Have everybody sayin’what the hell you done it for
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| Muthafucker who you
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| Nigga screw you
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| Brought my two honnies and they rob shit too
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| Strip butt naked
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| Wher the da big faces
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| Lil’ones too
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| Changing off
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| Styles coming through
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| Danger core
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| You in the wrong part of town 17 around
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| You know the shit is fucked up when the feinds get down
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| And you ask for a nigga, we ain’t seen the clown
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| It’s so ridiculous
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| A snitch quick to bust
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| Some cats sensitive
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| Like a clit to bust
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| Get blue balls tryna give da dick to us Double R Fuck hard
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| Nigga spit you up When it comes to our blasting
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| Outlasting
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| Nigga prepare
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| Cause thugging is a fad like a fashion
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| Took out by my team nigga
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| Thugging is a passion
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| Gone give us the cash or a plaque claiming platnium
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| You average
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| Yall niggas quick to bitch
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| My dogs
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| Got a nigga quick to snitch
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| Want more
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| Why you acting like a virgin to dick
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| Why you acting like you done got da clip to my shit
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| Ay yo
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| I gots to hide my dick
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| Cause niggas ride my dick
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| If ain’t a nigga
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| It’s a chick that wanna suck my shit
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| Always
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| Got something to say about my click
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| Snatch your walkman
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| Guess who’s tape was in that shit
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| I put scars on niggas wit these bars
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| And alot of hate in da air
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| When I floss thes cars
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| All this ice on ours
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| We keep in da vault
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| Bitch tell your man like Silkk the Shocker
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| «It ain’t my fault»
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| Ay yo
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| I drink till I’m barred
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| Rock my chains on top of my scar
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| To avoid a chest cold
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| Pack guns till I’m old
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| And I’m a still watch the brooker
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| On some Scarface shit
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| Caked out you muthafucker
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| Still Doin’dirt I ain’t your role model don
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| Fucked up lifestyle
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| I wouldn’t teach to my son
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| Dealing wit keys
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| Big time drug dealer
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| In and out of Genovese
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| What you want pain killers
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| I bounce on tracks
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| Put platnium on wax
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| Buisness type
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| Only way to reach me is the fax
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| What you want nigga
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| I’ll tell you what I want nigga
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| Dat knick knack
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| Rollin’in dat black Lex
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| Strep in my lap
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| Gettin’ready for dat payback
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| Some say that down south boss could never be booted
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| I’m schooled
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| So let me skill this ruler for this rouger
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| Do ya Stick ups for shady doers
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| I knew to much as a youngster
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| I was already ruined
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| I’m on a paper route
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| So I watch out for back stabbers
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| I shoot for da loot cause I’m a money stack grabber
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| Black Queen
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| Wit a spirit of lack a Alackteen
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| Stack green
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| Generate mad cream
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| Like da wickers I love on da perk
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| Till he pass out
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| Then Wake up in the morning wit his cash out
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| Hustle to stay rich
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| That’s why I came quick
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| So when the game switch
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| I’ll still be the same bitch
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| I don’t care if you an east coast nigga
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| Or a west coast nigga
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| Just keep your heat close
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| And your vest close nigga
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| When it go down
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| Are you gonna pop your clip
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| Or let these mark ass niggas
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| Try to stop your grip
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| I don’t think so homes
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| My guns is chrome
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| And they fit right in your hand
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| So they easy to throw 'em
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| When I kick in the door
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| Gimme the coke and the cola
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| Think it’s a joke
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| I’m aiming at your girls rollers
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| Muthafucker
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| It gets no better than that
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| I hope you improve whateva you lack
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| Most niggas get killed inthe streets
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| Cause they never be strapped
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| But remember this
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| Ryde or Die where ever you at I got dogs
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| That’ll put yall in the dirt for me So I can get old and tell my kids turf stories
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| Nigga |