| Yo… yeah… uh-huh…
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| Yeah… make money, money honey…
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| Icewater, man… Uh-huh…
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| Check it… (snake nigga, that’s a snake…)
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| Aiyo… click click, don’t move
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| You see them niggas over there, they got like four tools
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| And one plastic bag so how you?
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| Look good, look hood, whoever run that nigga’s done
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| You see the dread, there’s like five hundred rounds in the room
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| Seven joints, see the lady with the grey hair? |
| That’s her man, he stay here
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| What it do, shorty? |
| Don’t catch asthma on me
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| Last nigga we caught, he threw up in the Jag on me
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| Walk slowly, follow the buscuit
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| You try some tough guy shit, you gon' kiss it
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| I’m not playin', Macey said 'Peace'
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| She said ya dick couldn’t get hard, ya lip game is beast
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| Tuck ya head in the phantom, say good night
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| Come out them Air whites, you know we got mink in here
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| That ain’t the rare ice, that Jacob shit got me scared
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| Keepin' it real, you know you paid twice
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| Let me snatch them little dollars you holdin'
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| I heard ya vault under ya bed, ya leg got the code on it
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| Yeah, I heard it’s ya born day
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| This is how we do it where I’m from son, that be ya gone day
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| Don’t play me, my nigga
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| I’m not the average, I’m a Hungarian savage
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| Dressed in all black, lowerin' my glasses
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| Half my arm crossed, bulletproof draws from last year
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| I said I’m probably in the buildin'
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| In the lobby gettin' ill and
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| It’s a hobby just to kill 'em
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| Catch another slight feelin'
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| Stash the bodies in the ceilin'
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| If you ridin' then I’m willin'
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| I say we blaze 'em cuz they hatin'
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| Since they braggin' 'bout they cake and
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| That’s a reason just to take it
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| Cuz we should leave 'em in they basement
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| Have 'em bleedin' from they faces
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| Cuz we gotta see these papers
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| I heard… (click click, don’t move)
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| Rae already had the drop on 'em but I’m the goon across the room watchin 'em
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| Rae I told to follow him, a dude that made that move I had to hollow him
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| That son almost fainted from lack of oxygen
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| Rae loose and just laughin' 'em
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| I took him from the bar to the car to the fuckin' garage then put a shot in him
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| But not before we got all that info, caught him for ten notes
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| And told him baby Macey was kin folk (yeah you remember her, right?)
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| Been choked, move coke, he got lift Volks
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| Went broke cuz dude owe dough and he went ghost
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| He dipped and he got rich, now he’s on that strip
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| And got bricks, tried to shit on niggas that he got pissed
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| They found him with his top lift, lookin' like a bogie that got lit
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| Then got clipped, niggas think they hot shit (Nah)
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| They not shot, I don’t pop shit I pop shit
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| Bop shit, leave 'em stretched right next to they hot whip (BLOAW!!!)
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| Yo, I heard… (click click, don’t move)
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| Everybody in the spot thought I was a chick
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| I played it so cool, sippin' a Martini with a wig on
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| Holdin' my drink but that wasn’t the only thing I had a grip on
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| Little did they know I was a goonie with a hammer
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| About to make a movie, no camera
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| Then I seen that gold phantom parked outside and Rae walked in
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| With a ratchet on him big enough to take off limbs
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| And said… (click click, don’t move)
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| The first to flinch’ll get it the worst, my killas is old school
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| The chrome tool had my palm sweatin'
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| Rae give a signal and P.C.'ll give niggas a hard lesson
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| The bad boys, you nah wan' test 'em
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| I leave you all restin' in a peaceful place from my weapon
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| The fifth’ll disect 'em, nigga, Paulie got the papers
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| Donnie got the bricks in a bag, I’ll see you later… |