| Anybody got a problem, had a problem
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| Look at me funny, owe me money, nigga
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| I swear to God
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| I swear to God
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| But he ain’t gon' save ya
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| Not even your neighbors
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| Run off with that dough
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| I put that bread on your head, nigga
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| I put that bread on your head
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| Run off with that dough
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| I put that bread on your head
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| Don’t anybody make real shit anymore?
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| Guns so big, shit drag on the floor
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| Press that elevator, got at least three floors
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| With at least three whores
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| When I leave, these yours, okay
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| That’s why I call you José
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| 'Cause you do whatever these hoes say
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| I burn so much heat that the block, they call me Whiteshide
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| They drivin' D’s up the wall
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| Dark Knights ride
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| Heroin Joe
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| Could you compare? |
| Um, no?
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| Roll my green in that red leaf, Toronto
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| My Mexicana mami say USA
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| Global Joe, move the foreign off the new estate
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| Put that bread on your head
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| They be moppin' the street
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| Horse head on your bed
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| This is mafia peace
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| Uh, I just might give you a fifty pack
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| And tell 'em bring FK 5.60 back
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| Anybody got a problem, had a problem
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| Look at me funny, owe me money, nigga
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| I swear to God
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| I swear to God
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| But he ain’t gon' save ya
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| Not even your neighbors
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| Run off with that dough
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| I put that bread on your head, nigga
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| I put that bread on your head
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| Run off with that dough
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| I put that bread on your head
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| Man if I liked your man’s face, I would have sat on it
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| Put some bread on your head, empty the TEC on it
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| I ain’t talkin' 'bout cash, I put a check on it
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| You thought we was alright, I went left on it
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| In that number one spot, bitch, you dead on it
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| Baby when you say my name, put some respek on it
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| Yeah, you had a nice run but now the question is
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| Y’all finished or y’all done?
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| And ya been sayin' somethin', said somethin'
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| Or mentioned my name, ho
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| Put a bullet in the brain of the man on your Polo
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| You can get this work for free, it’s pro bono
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| I put funds on your bundles, mad dough on your afro
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| Guap on your top, green on your bean
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| Dubs on your mug, a new bag on your doo-rag
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| I put them ends on your edges, bitch
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| I swear to God I drop some bands on your nappy extensions, bitch
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| Anybody got a problem, had a problem
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| Look at me funny, owe me money, nigga
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| I swear to God
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| I swear to God
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| But he ain’t gon' save ya
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| Not even your neighbors
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| Run off with that dough
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| I put that bread on your head, nigga
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| I put that bread on your head
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| Run off with that dough
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| I put that bread on your head
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| Anybody got a problem, had a problem
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| Look at me funny, owe me money, nigga
|
| I swear to God
|
| I swear to God
|
| But he ain’t gon' save ya
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| Not even your neighbors
|
| Run off with that dough
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| I put that bread on your head, nigga
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| I put that bread on your head
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| Run off with that dough
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| I put that bread on your head |