| I might just chalk 'em out
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| Bet you this carbon gon' bring the corners out
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| You talking loud but ain’t tryna bite, then what that bark about?
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| My niggas wild
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| Catch you out slipping in front of your bitch’s house and leave you foul
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| Hollow tips hit you and blow your noodles out
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| This that Chipper Jones
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| .45 bullets hurt more than sticks and stones
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| stuffed with a couple
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| These niggas hoes
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| Nigga like me come from a different mode
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| Never told a soul, I keep that shit G, I’m sticking to the code
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| You don’t know that feeling when you sliding on that road
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| With ten birds stuffed inside the pannels of the doors
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| If you was in my situation dog, you’d probably fold
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| Looking like you made it, serving dope and everybody know
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| Fuck getting even, we tryna up the score
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| We gon' slide all weekend,
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| Chopper big as Gary Coleman with a different stroke
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| He was, turned deacon when we released them poles
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| Niggas speaking on my name like I ain’t been doing my thing since like '99
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| Owned about like 99
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| One call, my niggas riding
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| If I spot an opp, I can guarantee you niggas dying
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| Tony Starks with the iron
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| And you can ask them niggas
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| Glock clips long as antennas, who want static with us?
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| Send some shots into your frame, I hope you get the picture
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| If you not part of this gang then you the opposition
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| I heard you niggas hit that bell at reception
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| Word around town is that your boy is telling
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| gon' poke him up once he get the message
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| We don’t harbor no snitches and bitches in my section
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| Molly got me lockjaw, I’m on the north tryna get this pot off
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| These niggas acting hard but they’re cotton soft
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| Am I worried? |
| Not at all
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| If he pose a threat, knock him off
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| bitch top him off
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| My momma said I won’t be satisfied until I got a lot of time
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| Screaming fuck the other side
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| Never could we coincide, ever since my nigga died
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| We been piling homicides
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| We been leaving mommas crying
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| Caught 'em, hit 'em with the five
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| I want all the smoke, I’m laughing at you cause you all jokes
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| I had your bitch down on all fours
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| You act but we all know
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| I’m up at peeling off
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| Bank account look like a barcode, nigga
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| On gang |