| H-beezy in this motherfucker man
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| Fa sheezy nigga come here to burn this whole motherfuckin city down
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| Know what I’m sayin, see what I’m sayin' slugga
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| We bad than a motherfucker
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| If I got a problem with a nigga I’m gon' tell him to his face
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| Fuck holdin it in on my chest, heelin' the case
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| I don’t hang with too many niggas cause some niggas is fake
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| I’ll have you in some shit that you can never escape
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| Look, all them motherfuckers be throwin' them hailmarries
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| A nigga make you think he bout it, but the ho is scary
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| You know how that be, talkin' that shit to they clique
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| But if you catch 'em by theyself they transform to a bitch
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| Nothin but T tellin me «what's happenin' Juvey»
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| Smokin cause they heard the click clack of my oozie
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| Choosin cause you not rememberin' what you said
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| You was fuckin' clean over me nigga now I feel played
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| Now where the iron at, where the ho mouth at
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| You think you walkin' away from here, bitch I doubt that
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| I got you stranded, I got you stuck out
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| You never thought that Juve would show up at your duck out what now? |
| We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
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| (All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
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| We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
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| (All these niggas stealin' Fresh tracks) We let 'em burn nigga
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| We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
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| (All these niggas hatin' Cash Money) We let 'em burn nigga
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| We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
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| (All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga
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| Give me a can of gas, a torch, my strap and Im gon' ride
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| Once I find who I’m lookin' for I’ll set 'em on fire
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| Searchin for niggas out there disrespectin' the game
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| It’s gon' get real, we don’t clear that reppin' off our name
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| I’m genuine, I got the right to say I’m hot
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| I feel steam through the process burnin beamers at the cops
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| Geezy been through it, if I said I done it you gon believe I did do it
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| Everyday hood shit I lived through it
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| I don’t throw a brick and hide my hand
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| If I make a statement I can stand up and back it up like a man
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| Swimmin' with sharks, drinkin' with gorillas, playin capers with snakes, I’m |
| Affiliated with killers
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| Player haters I drop 'em, Slim I got 'em
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| I chooka chooka chop 'em, chooka chooka chop 'em
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| I hope you people smart, and they got life insuarance
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| Cause I catch ya down, strike a match and let you burn
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| Is you ready for this guerrilla war? |
| I don’t think so
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| Hit your block with fifty shots, see nothin' but gunsmoke
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| Slip up and you get popped and gon' be no second chances
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| Do filled and get filled, so take it like a man and
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| Waht you gon' do when the tables turn nigga
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| Better be ready shoot and let 'em burn nigga
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| Fuck wit' the wrong dude and you gon' learn nigga
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| Get out of order and you get what you earn nigga
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| I’m untamed, I be wilin' the streets thuggin'
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| Me and Lil' Wayne, two young niggas that can’t be trusted
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| Even though I’m young I’m still a hard hitta'
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| Soulja out Magnolia, bitch nigga wig-splitta
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| A nigga who kill ya and dump ya body in the river
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| So they don’t know that I did ya in and
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| Any nigga come in that water for ya, nigga they drownin'
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| Pass the sets nigga it’ll be you that I’m downin' |
| I went in with all these killas so all I know is head bustin'
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| Keep a gun and I pull the trigger clear the block in a hurry
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| All that unnecessary jaw-jabbin' I let my pistol bark at 'em
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| Never thought niggas would start static bring that guerrilla war at em
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| The danger boys pull out the heat
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| And hit they street and just gon flame the boys
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| Them niggas from the U.P.T. |
| you just can’t tame the boys
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| Them niggas from the C.M.B. |
| they iron slangers boy
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| Better whatch out, whtach out
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| Pull up on the set and just hop out with the Glock out
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| Leave a nigga wet and flip they block out and shot out
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| Bullets be hummin', my niggas be stompin'
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| Cowards be runnin like them «woop» people comin
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| Got a? |
| with a drum in em with a fire suit on
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| Come from up top the fire truck and let my rockets shoot off
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| Chopper knockin' you off, bullets turnin' up
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| Ain’t no stopin' them HB’s cause we burnin' up |