| Bruv, don’t hold back
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| Love, don’t show that
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| I used to show love in the hood
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| But the same love never got shown back
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| So I got my own gat
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| Off my own back
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| I had my own back
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| Squeezed off a lot, that’s why they got my phone tapped
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| If I squeeze off the lead, take off half of your leg
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| It won’t grow back
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| Now I’ve got my own gang
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| Knuckz, Spen, niggas know man
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| The way my mind works, it might go blank
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| 'Cause you ain’t talking paper so it won’t programme
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| I’m a grown man
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| Southside dopeman
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| Don’t let me test out the nine
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| It’s me and my niggas that stretch out the crime
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| So don’t step outta line
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| Don’t step outta line
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| Don’t let me test out the nine
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| It’s me and my niggas that stretch out the crime
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| So don’t step outta line
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| Don’t step outta line
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| Clap, don’t pet no
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| Rap, straps, I can get those
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| And don’t stress hoes
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| You wanna sit around paperless and get blows
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| Nigga get dough
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| Then you’ll get the best clothes
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| You know my dress code
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| Armani jeans, switch the light off the threads glow
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| Pecknarm, that’s my set yo
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| Been repping Pecknizzy from the get go
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| Mets know, sets know, Pecks don’t, pet no, nonsense
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| Load up a fresh load and let go
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| Break your ankle that’s connected to your leg bone
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| Niggas know we’re the hardest, even vets know
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| I can hear it in their headphones
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| I’ma spit it like a Tec blows
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| Don’t let me test out the nine
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| It’s me and my niggas that stretch out the crime
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| So don’t step outta line
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| Don’t step outta line
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| Don’t let me test out the nine
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| It’s me and my niggas that stretch out the crime
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| So don’t step outta line
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| Don’t step outta line |