| Raise up off these nuts, a little bit
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| Just a little bit
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| Raise up off these nuts, a little bit
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| I’m smokin these niggas like they endo
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| Breakin em like they windows
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| And still they rip till they get a whiff
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| Of this shit that I kick
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| And if they ever had a notion to stop me
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| Treat your best shot and get dropped
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| With your posse, nigga I got the? |
| mott?
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| I’m takin em out, a lot I got
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| More than you could pop
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| I’m rockin the spot, so now they jock
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| Dump em and get dropped
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| 2Pac ain’t tryin to hear it, Ox
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| Screamin at your box
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| I’m swearin at ya not so uh
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| Static is the last thing you need when you see me
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| Better have a bat or a gat to defeat me
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| Nigga, I’m a whole posse rolled into one shot
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| Takin on your gat while your girl gets hot and rocks the spot
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| Fear funky flavor with the gift that only God gave
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| Hold it to my grave
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| I’d rather die than be a slave
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| Slaves come as dope dealers
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| Some come as addicts
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| Some come to run while the others cause static
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| I’m comin up outta the cut
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| Sendin slugs to the guts
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| I’m bustin up outta the page cuz they got me locked up
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| I’m tryin to survive but there’s too many playa hatin haters
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| Always want static, like boom holla at ya later
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| Homie this ain’t no love in this town that I come from
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| Niggas be wantin funkin then I stomp em, they don’t want none
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| Girls be on my jock and they playin me for that
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| But fool I can’t help it cuz I was raised up like a mack
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| Jealous because I’m black, Jack wanna jack me
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| And Jill wants to marry me and watch the Klan bury me
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| Got to pack the steel for the personal protection
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| AK, 45's, assault rifles, Smith & Wesson
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| I’m no longer stressin
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| Learnin, gotta live long
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| (…) thanks God that I’m still strong
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| Get a bag a spliffs for the homies, blaze up all of these
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| But if you wanna flex, get in my Kool Aid punks, raise up offa
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| These
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| Just back the fuck up of me, cuz you can’t get none a these
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| It’s that OG female comin straight up out the PP’s
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| So step to the side then raise the fuck up off me, brah
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| Cuz if I take it to that level I’ma light this motherfucker up
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| Now it’s on you, you better try to lose your shit
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| Cuz if you don’t, trust me I got you trick
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| You better try to choose it and lose it
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| Stay outta mine 'fore this shit get way stupid
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| These niggas I fuck with believe in passin gats
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| Can’t leave hoe, without my strap
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| Not givin a fuck about nothin
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| Slidin through the spot with my face mask muggin
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| Lookin motherfuckers up and down
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| It ain’t a future in your frontin
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| Why these fat niggas floatin around?
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| What happened to them real motherfuckin G’s?
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| Fake motherfuckers need to raise up offa these |