| See I be ridin' on the block in the lex bubble
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| Ready to come out the trunk and make yo chest buckle
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| When I come I lay the sprays wit K’s by the truck load
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| Should’ve got out of my way you heard my clip shuffle
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| Now yall was on the block with shot gunz
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| But when I finished, made it look like yall had pop gunz
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| Dressed in black… Long hair… Long gaks… Lights off no stun’n
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| Pack to the back, no mask, I’m thuggin'
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| (What!)What u wan' do, if yo ribs start bussin
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| Then 20 mo' nigga’s follow in hummer’s, so ain’t nothin'
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| (Look!)17 ward is where I grew up at
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| So where a busta nigga standin is where he blew up at
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| I blew up that CMB so respect my peeps
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| Or else you want yo life to be all over the streets
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| Now watch me the younger soldier bring u closer to death
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| A little more than you expect nigga… I clear da set
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| You know they say Lil Wayne dem hotboy he will bust dem heads
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| Him calls on his gun and all dem bloody bodies dead
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| Dem… dem…really shouldn’t try Lil Wayne cuz he will play with K’s
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| And will bust a nigga wide open and put his brain on his plate
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| Now watch a nigga neighborhood (phhhh!!!) go up in flames
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| They… They all got burnt, couldn’t can’t stand the heat
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| I bet none of them (?) jackers ain’t gone test Lil Wayne
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| Cuz I… I clear the set messin' wit' me
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| I find a nigga where he stay
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| Cock my iron release and spray
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| We gone ride or we gone play
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| Its on my mind nigga anyday
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| Make you die where you lay
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| Try me and see what shakes
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| Why nigga I ain’t fake
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| Bahdi bye bye now fly away
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| With them blood claw… lawd (lord)
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| The M-O-B will take them nuts off… lawd
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| The must really think this is checkers boy… But why
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| But to be this hot when u play wit' a peppa boy… Now cry
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| Look… Look…I don’t mean no harm
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| But u might think I’m wrong
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| But if u play with me and my click, you’ll blow up like a bomb
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| I… I upset yo home
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| Throw slugz at yo dome
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| Just gimme the word and I shine the chrome braid my hair and its on
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| Yall lil boys shouldn’t come against the uptown assasin
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| Jump out quick out of the jag and blow fire like a dragon
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| Soulja bandana wit' bannana clips to fit in my sweeper
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| Once I hit the set look everybody burns like a heater
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| Now hold up as I bust back, watch playboy
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| Keep a dub sack, hey boy
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| Come to irritate yo day, boy
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| Watch yo chest seperate, boy
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| When I cocks me gloc me done tossed dem buck shots
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| And done kill them blood Clots… What the deal
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| Yall niggas wants some more of wit this
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| Killas like us will take it to you front door with this
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| See hittin' corners ain’t no real biggie
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| I’m use to be set in that water wit my still flippin'
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| I’m pistol grippin'…ridin wit my grill glisten
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| Niggas done caught up in beef .till they still missin'
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| Now catch me in the black truck with chrome wheels twistin'
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| A lil tipsy he gone lie, talkin' bout he gone kill yo Ms.'s
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| Now peep it out
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| We gone clear da set but watch’em (sweep!!!) sweep it out
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| I’m cheap and cheaper and cops bustin' in yo people house
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| If the nigga wan' play I turn batter to flour
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| So nigga clear the set and bout 5 after the hour
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| I make’em watch a nigga neighbor (phhhh!!!) go up in flames
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| They.They all got burnt they can’t stand the heat
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| I bet none of them (?) jackers ain’t gone test Lil' Wayane
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| Cuz I… I clear the set messin' wit' me
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| With the blood claw… lawd (lord) (repeat 3x)
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| Hot Boys untamed Guerillas… what!!! |