| My rope all freezy, dope on the TV
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| Ecstasy especially out the GT
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| You next to me, you best to be holdin' somethin' too
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| Least you can say, you let somethin' fly when somethin' flew
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| These niggas get hit and call they lawyer
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| And try to sue you, that’s a bitch nigga for ya
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| I’m tough like Mayoga, and De La Hoya, I saw ya
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| Man niggas’ll stack nines for that Cola
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| 'Cause zips in my shit, I don’t grow stems
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| Him got 14 karats, carrots, and gold rims
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| Why say somethin' about my name?
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| Don’t jump out the window, it’s safer jumpin' out a plane
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| I can’t ditch my bitch, it’s somethin' 'bout her brain
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| If she put her mind to it, she could suck out a vein
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| You don’t want a lead shower stay the fuck out the rain
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| There’s so much ammo niggas don’t gotta aim
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| You don’t get a warnin', there’s no heads up when it’s on
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| Here it comes, ready or not
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| Don’t be out there snorin', one eye blink and you’re gone
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| Keep it cocked — and ready to pop
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| The man makes no mistakes, it’s been on since the date I was born
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| Stop drop, or get lead in your knot
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| I’m known in hip-hop, but I’m still ridin' around with my chrome
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| Here it comes — ready or not
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| Yeah, yeah
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| My little shooter’s 16 from the projects
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| Glock-16 with the Napoleon complex
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| I’m in and out the projects, my lifestyle pleasant
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| You? |
| You live life like a barbaric peasant
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| Me without my gun in the streets is like a Muslim eatin' pig feet
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| Fuck the pigs on the street
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| They all wanna off a nigga — and when these rappers
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| Get shot they ain’t gangsta, they turn into corporate niggas
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| You die if it’s rated R
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| If it’s PG-13 you leave with a scar
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| R.I.P. |
| to Troy and Bags, big shout to Hommo
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| They got fishin' money cooked, buy me the Apollo
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| These model hoes swallow, I buy another bottle
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| Of this M.O.B. |
| nigga, that’s my motto
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| These rappers ain’t kings, they pawns
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| And got dust bunnies on they guns
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| You don’t get a warnin', there’s no heads up when it’s on
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| Here it comes, ready or not
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| Don’t be out there snorin', one eye blink and you’re gone
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| Keep it cocked — and ready to pop
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| The man makes no mistakes, it’s been on since the date I was born
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| Stop drop, or get lead in your knot
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| I’m known in hip-hop, but I’m still ridin' around with my chrome
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| Here it comes — ready or not
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| I think God spent a lil' extra time on me
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| Pop planted a miracle seed my mom ain’t see
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| I got a high intelligence level, I ain’t no dummy
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| I ain’t satisfied with 10 mil', that ain’t no money
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| My talents are blood deep, you can’t take those from me
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| And my sense of humor’s shot, I don’t take jokes funny
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| My paranoia rolls with my bullet holes
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| Givin' me a third eye, my foes can get a magazine full of those
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| The hip-hop cops follow my Suburban
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| Hopin' they can find a pistol on him when they search him
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| I’m icier in person, they like me when I’m cursin'
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| So here’s a dirty version, you only heard me urban
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| If niggas try to hurt him, the I-30's squirtin'
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| Right through your curtain, don’t stop 'til you murk him
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| Mechanical workin', Heckler handle’s jerkin'
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| That’ll pull the Gate in after you Heavenly church him
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| You don’t get a warnin', there’s no heads up when it’s on
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| Here it comes, ready or not
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| Don’t be out there snorin', one eye blink and you’re gone
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| Keep it cocked — and ready to pop
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| The man makes no mistakes, it’s been on since the date I was born
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| Stop drop, or get lead in your knot
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| I’m known in hip-hop, but I’m still ridin' around with my chrome
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| Here it comes — ready or not |