| Niggas that’s against what I rep, got to war with
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| Niggas that’s against what rep
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| Niggas that’s against what I rep, go to war with
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| Niggas that’s against what I rep
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| Liquor in your face, word like truth serum
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| Ear plug where can’t hear him
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| Brave heart, never been a day that I fear em'
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| Enter two niggas every chance Imma' air em'
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| Quiet one, play the back, let ya’ll yap
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| Thought it was all rap until his chain got yapped
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| You cats are soft, we ain’t made like that
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| Made men, how did it get away like that?
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| I project strength, niggas can’t get a red cent
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| Couple hot shells only thing I let
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| In the trench, shorty underneath we went
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| I don’t play games Imma' leave that man bitten
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| With the dillie, go ahead nigga act silly
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| Wipe your feet off, fore' you step in my city
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| I’m in tune with, niggas that stand for what I stand for
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| If not, ya’ll know it’s motherfucking war
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| Yo, here’s what I rep, that street shit
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| Use to all them cracks on the steps, that G shit
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| Use to be that ice cream man, that P shit
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| Until niggas started singing on the god, that Glee shit
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| Born alone, die alone nigga, no weak shit
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| Drop top, ante up playing M.O.P shit
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| Yankee hat, shades on nigga I don’t see shit
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| Blue coupe, inside that B shit
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| Sour water, that trippy stick nigga THC shit
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| Morning in the yard, pull up bars trying to stay fit
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| Gem star, spit it out the mouth, I don’t play shit
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| Real niggas let that heat go, they don’t say shit
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| Repping for the hood since the nigga was a team
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| D-BLOCK, now I’m with my niggas out in Queens, heat cock
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| Havoc point them out and Imma' pop
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| And we gonna keep getting money nigga, non-stop
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| Represent. |