| Verse one
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| I blowem over wit the club scene
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| Try don, for my nine thousand thugs
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| In the clubs, that love green, one step
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| Behind hussin, dogs the don, me and im Well bomb on ya kind, like vietnam
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| Against all odds, get cha benz or rocks
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| Me and kada, go against all fog
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| Dog from jeerz, infotrate all herds
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| My last words, who gone blast and serve
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| They told me never say never, but I never stay alive
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| Hold me, look in my eyes, say Im never gonna die
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| Blast pass, ya half ass, staff like casses clay
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| Pass the tray, pound gripped wit the satin
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| Pistol packin fresh out of jail, I aint goin back
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| Release me to the care, of my heartless strap
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| Hung over from hennessy, wit a menace in tennessee
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| To creep like, burglars heraldin all you suckas in the industry
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| I know the rules, you all tryin to changeem
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| Cuz, you a star, wit ya video models you be frontin
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| At the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin yack
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| Relax, tat it down, jus dyin to go out wit macks
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| I know the rules, you all tryin to changeem
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| Cuz, you a star, wit ya video hoes you be frontin
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| At the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin yack
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| Relax, tat it down, jus dyin to go out wit macks
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| Verse two
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| It gets hectic yall, switch the rules
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| Get cha tools, my motor for runnin down cuz
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| Ya bitch inproved, reelected as any, as respected
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| Outlaw glocks, got it locked, wit all these blocks connected
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| From the east to the west, back home wit tha vest
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| Seen it all and still ball, a dog you cant impress
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| Cores ya soul, wit this gold mic molest
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| When I blowem aint nothin less, drinkin in front of?
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| Dont get prayed over and laid, picked from bein pounded
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| Tha 41. wit the quick flip speed rounded, clothes you identify
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| Bitch made niggaz, I got a point
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| Im out ta minimize, down goes ya squad and ya c.e.o, to Step in the streets, steadily infectin ya crew
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| He betta act, or get smacked, wit the ten mack two
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| Verse three
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| Secerts of war, we bust if we must plus
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| And handle business, when you jealous playas
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| Fuck wit us, turn the party out
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| Soon as they whip the lime beocardy out
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| Its all we out, been up all night, when the guards be out
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| Call me out, picture perfect life, when I live it Run ya part of town like emmitt, only five minutes in it Militant minded, combined wit a sentence
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| All you fake thug niggas, ya crimes aint constant
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| Even po-nine, they give me mine from a distant
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| My chain dangle, hold the henny on a strange angle
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| Aim and bang you, who the fuck you tryin run ya game to Its crunch time, Im servinem when its lunch time
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| Give me mines, stealin ya hoe, and Ill throw just one rhyme
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| Yall niggas squealin, my thuggs is still dealin
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| Got niggas hittin the ceilin, on them fiffty story buildings
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| Clack back the strap, give me that wit the equipment
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| To all my thuggs, all around the muthafuckin county nation
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| World wide, keep on sittin in the back, wit that yack
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| Keepin it real, yall know who it go dowwnnnnnnn
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| Fatal dog once again, for my outlaw niggas
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| Keep it comin, none muthafuckin stop
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| Kadafi rest in peace, my nigga pac rest in peace |