| Tape his limbs if he moves let him have it
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| Banana clip on that choppa choppin em down to a fraction
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| Found some cash in his timbs couple O’s in the mattress
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| Street survival tactics joeys badass with automatics
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| To think wise when you fuckin with these kinda guys
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| In your crib until we paid in full bitches ace time
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| I want the drugs and everything up in that safe mine
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| Tellin lies 16 in the clip will give his face 9
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| I’m not that average nigga that u used to
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| A little unstable than the usual
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| Shoot you and have the doc yellin pull thru
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| Ya bitch can get it too shoot her out her goodie two shoes
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| Ya deuce foo
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| My killers bring the news to ya goof troops
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| Flexin like he the man, introducing the fans
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| Kick his door in to change a nigga plans
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| Choppa smokin die from second hand
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| Blam
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| When you see this hammer better give it up
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| Before this semi auto bust and leave you spittin up
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| Run up with the pump tucked like nigga what
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| Know you in a rush but nigga I don’t give a fuck
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| Teach his ass a lesson walk around flexing
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| Catch him slippin give it up no questions
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| Or I’mma wet ya
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| I want it all I’m not the one you should be testing
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| Second guessing, turn a 211 187
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| My younger homies got me feelin like I’m Joseph Kony
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| They grab a .40 turn the beef into bologna for me
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| Coulda balled but he rather bang my youngin told me
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| On the block in all black shootin like Ginobli
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| And he’d do it all for a dolla bill
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| So nigga we want it all or get ya momma killed
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| He shook, grade school ain’t teach these kinda drills
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| Popped a still lean flat like he poppin pills
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| Play the field like a sooner hoggin like pumba
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| Play with my mula get this ruger put to your medulla
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| Fatts Krueger not Rick bitch but I’m a ruler
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| Hittin licks racked out like I’m Lex Luger
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| We them niggas that ya momma always warned you bout
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| So when this .40 out I’ll run everything but your mouth
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| In his house we take everything but the couch
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| Uhaulin shit, shit he movin out
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| When you see this hammer better give it up
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| Before this semi auto bust and leave you spittin up
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| Run up with the pump tucked like nigga what
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| Know you in a rush but nigga I don’t give a fuck
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| Teach his ass a lesson walk around flexing
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| Catch him slippin give it up no questions
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| Or I’mma wet ya
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| I want it all I’m not the one you should be testing
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| Second guessing, turn a 211 187 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 211 , by - Joey Fatts. Song from the album Chipper Jones Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп