| You got guns, that don’t make you a killa nigga
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| I know you a pussy bro, I know you won’t kill a nigga
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| Convicted felons, yeah I hang with the killas nigga
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| And we ain’t stopping: they gotta kill us nigga
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| I got goons like the President
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| That will blow up your residence
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| I don’t give a god damn, bitch
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| I’mma pull a chopper real quick
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| That’s not a standing ovation: that’s gun claps
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| From a fully-automatic Mack 11 strap
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| You want to go to war? |
| A suicide mission
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| You better off killing yourself before you come up missing
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| You got guns, that don’t make you a killa nigga
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| I know you a pussy bro, I know you won’t kill a nigga
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| Convicted felons, yeah I hang with the killas nigga
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| And we ain’t stopping: they gotta kill us nigga
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| You a rookie I’m a seasoned vet: nigga I be stuntin
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| Wake up early all I see is checks: nigga I get money
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| My goons out to get it witchya, play with my paper
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| Pray to God you get rescued: no one can save you
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| In the club with our thumbs up, north!
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| If you not representing what you come for, boy
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| We rolling 50 deep in the VIP
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| Congratulations: now you finally get to meet a G
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| Now your girl looking at me like a piece of meat
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| I can see it in her eye: she wanna leave with me
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| Up to my suite. |
| Now you’re standing with your mug on
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| Well look my nigga: don’t get mad, go on, get some money
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| You got guns, that don’t make you a killa nigga
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| I know you a pussy bro, I know you won’t kill a nigga
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| Convicted felons, yeah I hang with the killas nigga
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| And we ain’t stopping: they gotta kill us nigga |