| You know about the hot boys nigga, you know about the hot boys nigga
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| Nigga say New Orleans fake, nigga better fear down here
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| We have mo' murders than the days and a year down here
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| You got coke we’d a make ya disappear down here
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| You outta line we’d a leave ya block clear down here
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| If you ain’t from here, you better not come live down here
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| We drank champagne we don’t fuck with beer down here
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| We straight snakes we come at’cha from the rear down here
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| We straight guerrillas you get it how you live down here
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| I’ma chopper toter I ain’t never showed no fear
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| I duct tape ya rope ya and cut ya from ear ta ear
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| B Geezy is one of the hottest niggas in the pad
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| Get outta line with me and I’ll leave ya shit flat
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| Clickin' and clackin' blacka and bangin' ridin' at night
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| Jackin' and slangin' hustlin' and peerin' man that’s my life
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| Baby, slim, fresh, juve, weezy, turk, that’s my clique
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| Disrespect 'em a get 'cha call ta the morgue quick nigga
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| You know about the hot boys
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| Disrespect 'em a get a call ta the morgue quick |
| I come with, K’s and Glocks, ready ta spray the block
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| Raise the spot, blica-blazin' hot
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| See I’m the, youngest C.M.B. |
| nigga holly grove hard hitter
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| Get rid of niggas if you come with the correct scrilla
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| I’m on de’netha dela it turn me ta killer
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| Say it’s a shame 'cause Wayne an untamed guerrilla
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| Ya got the dope and ya-ya you drop it like it burn
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| I get that rope and tape and I gotta have yurn
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| I know I’m raw I know I’m out thea' bad
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| But I get it how I live 'cause that drought ain’t playin'
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| And I’m 'bout that cash, so I can bounce back fast
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| So I gotta dress in black with dirty Reboks and mask
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| Pass me the smell of braise let me blow out my brain
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| I’m on the block, hotter than a trench ready ta do it again
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| Lil' weezy hot boy have you feelin' the flames
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| 'Cause these blood stains, in ya, Hilfiger my man
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| I ain’t with that bull shittin' lil' one so take heave
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| I ain’t gonna stop until all of you bitches leave
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| You mothafuckin' right I got a complex
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| You mothafuckin' right I’m takin' hits, with a contract |
| Been in nigga everywhere but under the foots
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| I’m try’na take lil' daddy head outta the roots
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| I’ll catch him in the broad daylight I won’t give a fuck
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| Find me a illegal dice game we gon' fuck it up
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| Because niggas, try they best, ta catch me
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| But I ain’t, gonna let 'em, stretch me
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| I’m not, abouta run, 'cause I’m a soulja
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| I keeps, me a gun, when in that nolia
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| My tongue, never lose, 'cause I’m a fool
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| Ask a nigga who bout it, them AK’s rule
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| You better not be running through niggas that I despise
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| Catch you off ya bases leave the murder rate high
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| Uptown is where I’m from Magnolia soulja 'til I die
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| Keep a chopper with a drum realest they come ready ta ride
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| I never been a hoe nigga I been 'bout drama
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| Never hung with the young niggas I run with the ol' timers
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| Nigga want start something won’t talk about you bring it
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| If you up weight it don’t stunt we leave you banged
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| You didn’t say you didn’t, be a man don’t be no hoe
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| If you live by the gun then by the gun is how you go
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| Niggas don’t fight no more all they do is slang that iron |
| Niggas they killin' slow that’s how it go in
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| Ain’t no rules too this shit spread when you wan' spread it
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| Shoot then talk later play it how you wan' play it
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| You got a problem with me nigga we can do it how you wanna
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| Spin a bend in broad daylight and I bet’cha you be a goner
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| Shit nigga I’m goin' all out behind mine
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| Burn your block down, at any given time nigga, what?
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| Nigga, what? |
| Nigga, what? |
| Nigga, what? |
| we come na tear it up, what? |