| Ooh, that’s a Hardbody beat
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| Woo, yeehaw, yeah
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| Pop me a Perc', I’ma pop me a ten
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| Sip on some drank and I let it sit in
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| I’m not a fish but I got me a fin
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| Got me some new teeth so I kill with a grin
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| Dropped out of school then committed a sin
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| I was in court fighting four by a ten
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| You can be gang, but we can’t be friends
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| Catch you a body, I let you right in
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| Pull up on your block and leave smoke in the wind
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| If none of y’all die then we coming again
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| Wet up your block, call it a rinse
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| My dawg got a Honda but we spin a bend
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| Got shot on his feet and he died on his back
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| Murder for murder, we comin' right back
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| He died on his block and you can’t get him back
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| Y’all killed my brother, bitch, that’s on your hat
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| I got some thoughts I can’t let out my dome
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| I know some stuff I can’t put in a song
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| I know some killers like, «Throw me a bone»
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| They tappin' my line, can’t talk on the phone
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| We breakin' it down and serve it whole
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| I’m fuckin' your bitch, I’m in the ho
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| We get that grass like garden gnomes
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| I’m one of a kind, I need a clone
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| I’ma take a nigga life if he make me mad
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| Yeah, play and I’m droppin' a bag
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| Yeah, we goin' through him like the last
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| Call up Choppa, tell him put a nigga to the grass
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| I got them riches, I came from rags
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| My partner a blood, you see the flag
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| You niggas can’t stop me, I’m stuck in my bag
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| My Glock got a beam, laser tag
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| Woo, Bangman, nigga
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| Beat me to this one right there
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| And I’m the reason why your fuckin' baby daddy scared, with his bitch ass
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| Yeah, you know what I’m talkin' 'bout |