| Turk:
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| Stickin together like glue
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| Blood is thick so Im tight
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| Swimmin for my people
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| Dont mind losin my life
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| Ridin or fryin
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| Dont matter nigga Im real
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| All the time
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| The red thicker than the clear
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| Get in the way
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| And you get maced in the face
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| 50 niggas will chase
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| Put a end to yo day
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| Hit yo set in the black on black
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| With macs
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| With red dots on em Will leave you flat
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| Yo moms with the black on her
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| On the front level
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| 6 ft. is where you be there goes the men with the shovels
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| Blood thicker than water
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| Ima keep it like that
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| Never turnin my back
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| And ima keep it like that
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| Much love for my people
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| They got love for me Outsiders get outta line
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| Get burnt up from the heat
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| Ima play it how it go Be down to the finish
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| Fuck havin friends cuz friends turn into your enemies
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| (juvenile)load it up slide it in cock it back pop it out.
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| Load it up slide it in yall die.
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| (lil wayne) load it up slide it in cock it back pop it out.
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| Cmb226 we all ride.
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| Baby:
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| Money and bitches dont mix
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| Hoes shit got a lotta niggas fixed
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| Thats why I stick with blood thicker than water shit
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| Me and my brothers split keys
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| Get me 18 ounces nigga, and 10 gs Ridin in convertable rolls royce with the hbs
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| Draped with diamonds and gold hoes love me Fuckin right nigga I raised the b.g.
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| Thats why Im a hot boy on these city streets
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| Blood thicker than water I know you feel me Set trip motherfucker we gon kill ya Change on ya brain
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| Lets sneak and then peel ya I walk light
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| Uptown
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| But I still got my ghetto stripes
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| I creep and peep
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| Keep my hand on my heat
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| I aint gon let no bitch nigga steal me I got a world
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| My main hoe pregnant with my lil girl
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| I gotta be here to serve her world
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| Motherfuck snortin furl
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| Gimme the rap game lil dick suckin bitch and ima stay rich
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| But its yo world
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| Guess what cash money records stick together like blood and furl
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| Juvenile:
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| Its just me and you all
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| Im with whatever you wanna do all
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| Let you floss in my new car
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| Pop a nigga for you fall
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| We deal with niggas ass together
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| Build up all our cash together
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| Scored our first bag together
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| And stole our first jag together
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| No separation
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| No outsiders could come between us 2 felonies and misdemeaners got a subpeona
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| Turnin state
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| The hot boy$ carry they weight
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| Any false movin the case then the fool losin his face
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| Look what we been
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| Though we did it sin
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| Im prepared to do it again
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| I aint lyin
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| My bloodline is 1 of a kind
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| Fuck it we all shine
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| Look and we all blind
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| This shit is turned bad yeah
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| You done fucked with my people now ima bust ya ass yeah
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| Wodie, leave that alone, let that go Best to respect my click or check that hoe
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| We shine? |
| ?
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| And wax the floor
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| Blood thicker than water dont you ask no mo Lil wayne:
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| Blood thicker
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| Water slicker
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| And aint no nigga
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| Slick up in my click
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| The 226 it consists of tru niggas
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| We move ya crew be cool or lose nigga
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| Now I dig
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| Up in ya blood for my blood
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| My click thick
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| And you cant separate bloods
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| Now when you ride
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| Ready to die who you with
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| Yo real family or some niggas you fool with
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| Now on you side, do you really have love
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| Boy we click tight stick tight thats blood
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| And guess what
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| We marchin a million strong
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| Terrorizin you section black connection is my home
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| Love is the key
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| Outsiders cant keep
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| 14 givin my whole life to cmb
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| Ima represent it Solja rag, reebok tennis
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| Stick to click called 226 to the finish
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| Blood thicker than water thats why my niggas they harder
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| Comin in that water
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| Off top they grab the choppers and chop
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| So nigga you better play solo
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| U get fucked the fuck over
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| So dont explain to me nigga
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| Talkin bout shit that I should
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| Shut yo mouth cuz I dont wanna hear it Off top that trigger get pulled
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| Puttin yo head on flat
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| Caught slippin layin on that back
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| Niggaz spotted you creepin
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| Them chopper bullets start releasin
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| Niggas wonderin why you wet
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| They found ya dead in the projects
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| Have people cryin and thankin
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| But yo body been stankin
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| On the ground 16 holes
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| Shot up head to ya toes
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| Blood all over ya clothes
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| Dont fuck with me no more
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| Now they know
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| I aint no hoe
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| They backin up that cmr come up in that water |