| I remove your roof nigga let the sun shine in
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| Thirty-eight waist, enough to put one nine in
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| Really a thirty-six without the gun I’m thin
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| But when the gat is tucked, I’m fat as fuck
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| Ignorant bastard, I’m takin' it back to day one
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| No kids, but trust me I know how to raise a gun
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| For niggas that think I spend my days in the sun
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| Well here’s the shock of your life, the Glock not the mic
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| Homie I’m not into hype; |
| trust me, I’m still street
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| You still fuckin' up then trust me I still creep
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| Yeah I know the platinum chain be lookin' real sweet
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| But reach and I bury niggas sixty feet deep
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| S dot Carter turn rappers into martyrs
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| Separate fathers from their daughters, why bother
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| I’m a crook like you, I took like you
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| I disobeyed the law, threw out the book like you
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| How dare you look at Jigga like I’m shook like who
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| I keep the fifth with me nigga, come and get me.
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| COME AND GET ME!
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| Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-come.
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| COME AND GET ME! |
| Ka-ka-ka-COME AND GET ME!.
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| COME AND GET ME! |
| Ka-ka-ka.
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| . |
| Ka-ka-ka-ka-come
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| . |
| come and get me COME AND GET ME
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| Don’t know what y’all niggas is
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| Tryin' to do but I don’t like it
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| Yeah, straight gangster shit
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| Heyyyy, uh-huh-uh-uhh gangster shit
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| Uhh, straight gangster nigga
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| Roc.
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| Yo, the summer’s 'bout to get hot
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| Niggas home from jail and they plottin'
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| Heard about the watch, the Bentley hard-top
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| The Continental T, got 'em resentin' me
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| God I work hard, please don’t envy me
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| I paid the cost to be the boss to floss this hard
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| I can recall a year ago I almost lost this job
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| All y’all remember is the part about me parkin' the hard
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| What about all them days I was walkin' my dogs
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| Barkin' at broads, but they never hollered back
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| And if they did all they said was, «Where them dollars at?»
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| Imagine, bein' skinny growin' up around brolic cats
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| The quiet assassin demeanor of them college cats
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| Until I got a gat and loudly start poppin' back
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| Round the way, niggas called me Bobby Boucher
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| Now all I hear is whispers of what you gon' do to Jay
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| How y’all gon' stick me up, take my jewels away
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| Pull out your gat, car jack me, take my cruise away
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| Well I got news for y’all fools today, hey.
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| I got, shots to give, come and get me nigga
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| Y’all wanna rob the kid? |
| Come and get me nigga
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| I won’t, part with this, come and get me nigga
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| I worked, hard for this, come and get me nigga
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| I got, shots to give, COME AND GET ME…
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| COME AND GET ME…
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| I made it so, you could say Marcy and it was all good
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| I ain’t crossover I brought the suburbs to the hood
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| Made 'em relate to your struggle, told 'em 'bout your hustle
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| Went on MTV with durags, I made them love you
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| You know normally them people wouldn’t be fuckin' witchu
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| 'Til I made 'em understand why you do what you do
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| I expected to hear, «Jay, if it wasn’t for you.»
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| But instead, all I hear is buzzin' in your crew
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| How y’all schemin', tryin' to get accustomed to my moves
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| So y’all could tape my mouth, stake out my house
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| But I got pride I’m a nigga first
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| I gotta cock back and pull the trigger first
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| That’s how Jigga work
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| The funny thing; |
| I represent y’all every time I spit a verse
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| And that’s the shit that hurts
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| But hey, I got my mind right, got my nine right here
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| So when y’all feel that the time is right.
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| I got, shots to give, come and get me nigga
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| Y’all wanna rob the kid? |
| Come and get me nigga
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| I won’t, part with this, come and get me nigga
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| I worked, hard for this, come and get me nigga
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| I got, shots to give, COME AND GET ME…
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| COME AND GET ME…
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| Ayo yo, ayo yo
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| It’s only fair that I warn ya, rap’s my new hustle
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| I’m treatin' it like the corner, fuck with me if you wanna
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| My game change but my mind-frame remains the same
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| I gotta protect what’s mine
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| Shit I started from nothin'; |
| zero, zip
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| I made my way hustlin', I don’t owe niggas shit
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| I’m paranoid now, so I keep the gun gripped
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| Cats I played skelly with? |
| Niggas done flipped
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| I keep a banger in the ankle, one in the hip
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| Two in the stash, one come up when I shift
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| I keep one under the chair where I sit
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| I even got a gun in the hair in the bun of my bitch
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| Ask Biggs; |
| every time he’d come to my crib
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| He’d find another gun that I hid
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| I’m ready to make this one of the, hottest summer there is
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| Everyday like a hundred-and-six… shit…
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| I got, shots to give, come and get me nigga
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| Y’all wanna rob the kid? |
| Come and get me nigga
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| I won’t, part with this, come and get me nigga
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| I worked, hard for this, come and get me nigga
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| I got, shots to give, COME AND GET ME…
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| COME AND GET ME…
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| I got, shots to give, come and get me nigga
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| Y’all wanna rob the kid? |
| Come and get me nigga
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| I won’t, part with this, come and get me nigga
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| I worked, hard for this, come and get me nigga
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| I got, shots to give, COME AND GET ME…
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| COME AND GET ME…
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| Motherfuckers! |