| Uh huh
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| Is y’all ready?
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| Is y’all ready?
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| HOOK 2X:
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| Holla!
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| If you real and you know you a G Holla!
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| Deep in these streets when you pumpin that D Holla!
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| Be in your hood screamin fuck police
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| Holla!
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| You keep a gun and you bust for beef
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| Niggas say I’m focused now, they know that’s my style
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| But dogg, I’m on the block with that coke and a smile
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| I still got the crack heads I.D.
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| And they know, I collect for the first and fifteenth
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| I still take cabs to that capsule spot
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| For them 31 illusions and them purple tops
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| And the game aint change, niggas is taught different
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| I’m raised off one rule, never get caught slippin
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| That’s why I eat, sleep, shit with my gat
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| Bag up, take a piss, fuck a bitch with my gat
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| And I done sold it all from crack to marijuana
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| You can’t deny it, I’m in hoods like Tom Warner
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| Beat cop, take away, I keep my shit
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| They don’t know I deliver off the beeps I get
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| And you snitch ass niggas wanna peep my shit
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| But I’ma show you how deep into these streets I get
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| HOOK
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| See what this game made, and *of age I came*
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| And you up and coming rappers know you young to this game
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| I don’t need no applaud, to clap again
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| Let alone, no award, from rap to win
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| Talk drama, get yourself wrapped up in Severe head trauma, get beat with the nine lime-a
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| Cut your hand off if you fuckin with my product
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| That slayed shit, I’m on the grave shift
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| We all know fucked up money don’t pay rent
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| You short with my ones, you short one thumb
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| You can’t, come up short where the fuck I’m from
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| We got, dues to pay, new tools to spray
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| Who’s to say, Bleek won’t make news today
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| You know the ooze’ll spray if you refuse to pay
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| And I move the yae nigga day by day
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| HOOK |