| Yeah uhh uh
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| Freeway flow still in effect I might end up peallin a clip
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| Till the bullets still in the clip, clip still in the teck
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| I might end up stealing you bitch
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| Catch a body hide out in the Jets, Jets jersey with hat to match
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| Smack you bitch I’m in the club with Mack Jay and Dame
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| You cats better stay in your lane or lay in a ditch
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| Cause I’m ridin and my click feeling the same, till its my time to feel the
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| flames
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| Imma chill in the blue flame all in the six
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| With my mind on my money and my money on my brain
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| Last thing he know all these hoes ain’t use to know me now they like the boy
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| Ill take em to the black door give em the dick
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| She screaming that she been her before
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| Its like the five o’clock traffic jam we in the mix
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| You in the zone with the ROC bitch
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| Its the Lockness monster of rap boa constrictor of spitters the Nile river of
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| flows
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| Be with Hova still roll with my niggas and by the way all my niggas move
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| boulders
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| Like Barney rubble any trouble free muffle the gat
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| I’m young and black with a chip on my shoulder
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| Its my first album bout the brothers is back like men in black same city as Will
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| Freeway know for pulling the gat out all ya stacks haters wanna rap
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| Put up ya deal haters I line em up shut em down shut up they trap
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| Go through they act, I one up they back, hit up they will
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| Other than that I’m killing theses tracks earning these stacks
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| Trying to turn my vocals to a million
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| Hell ya its Neef Buck
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| Nuttin change, same ball
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| Lost a couple, but ain’t shit I got more
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| D.U.N.S's wear your damn vestes
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| P 90 rouge’s tear you the fuck up
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| 4 pounds hit you the hell down
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| We next up (we next)
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| C and Bucky, shit’s bout to get ugly
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| Til' this day, you won’t get nuttin' from me
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| Got? |
| some hot seashells prolly drop you’d tell
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| Before the cops come we bounce in big ass excursions
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| Huggin the road, fallin back
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| Blowin the spice with the windows cracked
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| Just another day around the way duckin the law
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| Got the ozium in the tuck, AC on defrost
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| Nuttin sweet with Neef, he ain’t outta control
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| Back seat of my Jeep, we swingin episode
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| SS shotgun, let off 21, who want some
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| Bust a peggy who got dumb dumbs (pow, pow pow)
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| Fuck you think I come from
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| You betta go get one before its too late
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| Fifth quake Put you on your damn skates
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| White sheet, yellow tape
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| Caution at ??? |
| all bout some rap
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| Never bottle stacks
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| Ya man I’m fed up with you cats
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| And Bull Bucky’s back
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| First quarter, it’s a wrap ye |