| Yeah, right about now
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| I’m about to slow it up
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| For that very special lady
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| I see you right there
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| But we about to smooth it out for you
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| Right now
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| Never, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey!
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| It’s okay, it’s okay
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| It’s okay, hey, we was home anyway
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| It’s alright, it’s alright
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| High, High, we was all more night
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| NIGGAS! |
| Tryin to come in my
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| I’m talkin 'bout
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| NIGGAS! |
| Tryin to come in my
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| Who? |
| Who?
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| NIGGAS! |
| Tryin to come in my home
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| Take my chrome, I say yo «It's On»
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| If my house, I-I been here (speakin spanish too)
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| Es me casa y yo viva aqui
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| Yeah, check me out now
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| The other day I was chillin
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| In the crib with two women
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| We just finished swimmin
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| Now I’m ready to slid up in 'em
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| They the horny type, bout to get it on
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| With the only dykes, now I hear the alarm
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| I’m like, «Holy Christ!»
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| Is somebody tryin to come up in my crib?
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| I’m like «Who the fuck is this?»
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| Like Notorious Big, he wore a black suit
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| With a black mask that match
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| I’m bout to blast his mask off
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| Push his cabbage back
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| Make spaghetti out his brain
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| Cuz I’m steady with the aim
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| Niggas comin sideways, gettin petty wit da game
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| Musta heard about the half in the safe
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| The stash in the base, iced out
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| Medals in the case
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| Niggas comin wit da chrome
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| Tryin to sneak up in my home, rumors out
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| I spent a Mil' on the pump piece alone
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| I got the heat in my palm
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| Nobody’s seein it though
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| Step your feet on my lawn
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| I’m puttin 3 to ya dome!
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| Yeah, verse 2, yo
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| Now I got these bitches
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| Screamin fo' they life
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| Peein on they nice
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| Gotta funny feelin that
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| They teamin on the heist
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| Scheemin on the ice
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| Won’t get you nothin but killed
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| Front if you will, get chopped up
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| Stuffed in the quill
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| Back to the lab, got these niggas
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| After my math, these hoes try to play it off
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| But they captain is back
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| They must have teamed up
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| With some niggas thinkin they sweet
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| Like I just rapped and
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| I got a ho waitin in the street
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| I’m playin for keeps, I see 'em
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| Creepin on the moniters
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| Got my temperature risin faster than thermometers
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| I burn banana clips, make all
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| My victories unanimous
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| I’m accurate, once I catch a peak
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| Hey man, yo ass is hit!
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| Now I see 'em creepin through the front door
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| I think not! |
| We exchange shots
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| Like cops into getting blocked
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| He busts, I bust back
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| He caught one in the chest
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| The other two got hit up
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| In the stomache and neck
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| I’m under the desk, freeloading
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| Puttin slugs in the rest
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| Wonderin what possessed these niggas
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| To come in my rest!
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| You motherfuckers want a war with me?
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| Dont you know I fuckin kill niggas?
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| Here I come!
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| Oh, shit! |
| Motherfuckers is dead already!
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| Yo, where them bitches go? |