| I came to get somethin', I ain’t worried 'bout nothin'
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| Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin'
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| Strap like it’s legal, ridin around bumpin'
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| If you can’t beat 'em don’t join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em
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| I never liked these niggas anyway
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| They could drop dead, fall off a building today
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| Hey. |
| Nobody gon' miss you anyway
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| No days off, keep the pistol e’ry day
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| I got the burner burner, I come to burn and burn ya
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| Revolver turn ya, call it murder murder
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| I ain’t smilin' I ain’t smirkin', I ain’t muh’fuckin' jokin'
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| See if you think somethin sweet when your head open
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| Cross me, force me, go 'head, line me up
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| I found where you rest at, you grimy fuck
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| I be out front your raggedy-ass crib on a stake-out
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| With a pound, two clips, and Chinese take-out
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| You make it rain, I make it lead shower
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| You say your prayers, you in your last hour
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| I have you pushin up daisies, the coke dump crazy
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| You chumps amaze me, the wolves they raised me
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| You don’t like me, spray me
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| I came to get somethin', I ain’t worried 'bout nothin'
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| Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin'
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| Strap like it’s legal, ridin around bumpin'
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| If you can’t beat 'em don’t join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em
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| I never liked these niggas anyway
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| They could drop dead, fall off a building today
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| Hey. |
| Nobody gon' miss you anyway
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| No days off, keep the pistol e’ry day
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| This is that face down on the floor, ski mask shit
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| If I fall off, I rebound quick
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| Like Greg Oden, Tony Yay' I be holdin
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| German mouths on my hip, cause my wrist be frozen
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| How these rappers claim Blood and the books is closed?
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| How these rappers claim cars and they gun don’t smoke?
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| I catch a nigga on his deathbed
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| And rip the IV out his arm, then jump in Optimus Prime
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| Dust the yellow Enzo with the Dalvins on
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| In my bullet-proof Ac', who you stylin on
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| When the sun is gone, and the wolves come out
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| You coward-ass niggas bring your jewelry out
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| I came to get somethin', I ain’t worried 'bout nothin'
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| Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin'
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| Strap like it’s legal, ridin around bumpin'
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| If you can’t beat 'em don’t join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em
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| I never liked these niggas anyway
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| They could drop dead, fall off a building today
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| Hey. |
| Nobody gon' miss you anyway
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| No days off, keep the pistol e’ry day
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| You may have to bring that, ain’t nobody trippin'
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| Shit, niggas is hungry, I ain’t nobody chicken
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| A nigga screw is missin', I’m pimpin', I’m livin'
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| Nice with the dice, deuce-deuce six’n
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| Look how the game change, bad for the system
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| Niggas on game shows, two dudes kissin'
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| Listen, we’re not the same, we’re not for fame
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| The industry’s punked out, we’re not to blame
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| These niggas been perpetratin' so long
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| If they can make it rain, I can make it storm
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| He’s makin' a scene, but I can make him calm
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| I just got a N.B., that’ll break a arm
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| I came to get somethin', I ain’t worried 'bout nothin'
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| Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin'
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| Strap like it’s legal, ridin around bumpin'
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| If you can’t beat 'em don’t join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em
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| I never liked these niggas anyway
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| They could drop dead, fall off a building today
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| Hey. |
| Nobody gon' miss you anyway
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| No days off, keep the pistol e’ry day |