| Disrespectful
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| Anything, I let you breathe
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| Now you’re dead
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| There’s no room without casualties
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| End up in a wake when you fuck with me You got beef with my man you got beef with me I got the semi on me motherfucker you’ll see
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| Devil 'round the corner
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| Is that my dawg, that slap that cat?
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| Now how did the chicken give birth to a rat?
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| Now how did the rat learn to sing like a bird?
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| His pops is a O.G., this is absurd
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| My gun game right, my knife game right
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| Fuck around I get right, in broad daylight
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| Spin the barrel on a nigga, pin the tail on the donkey
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| It’s a zoo out this bitch, I put a hole in the monkey
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| Got the gemstars to rip 'em, hundred shots to clip 'em
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| Bodybags they zip 'em, and we don’t know a thang
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| You hit nigga you trippin, you think it’s over you trippin
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| Reload slap the clip in, back, back, strapped
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| Uhh, I drink like a uncle, smoke like a rasta
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| Ball like a superstar, talk like a boxer
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| Fuck like a rabbit, shit like a dinosaur
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| See like a sniper, lil’nigga aim height is raw
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| Ride like a Lambo', stunt like I’m out of town
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| Strap like Commando, B-A-N-K-dollar sign
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| Live everything up I won’t, change like the others, nope
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| Switch overnight I can’t, I’m outside his camp
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| I’m 'bout a dollar boy and dollar bills’ll kill
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| Kill that bullshit, I’m famous but I’m ridin with the steel
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| Will throw it all away, I see you later today
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| You’ll see I’m fadin away, that’s all I’m able to say
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| Yeah, it’s the enforcer Yayo
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| We could do it in broad daylight
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| in front of the White House for all I care
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| I blow your heart out your body sucka
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| Then jump in the Aston blastin, burnin rubber
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| Black ski mask, the Aston tinted
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| Ditch the gun, burn the car cause my DNA in it Next day it’s the GT, stunt off of G.P.
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| Fist full of stones, fingers glowin like E.T.
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| Fake O.G., O.G. |
| Bobby Jones
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| Do your son like J-Rock, Mausberg pumpin
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| I’m stuntin, focus like a digital camera
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| Got that P-95 with that invisible hammer
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| Nigga who you tryin to ride on, I’m a icon
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| Heart made of steel, balls made of ir-on
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| Devil 'round the corner, corner |