| Stay your ass in your yard if you ain’t with this street shit
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| You vegetarians don’t want this beef shit, nah!
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| So keep my name out your mouth
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| These hundred round drums 'a make a frame out your house
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| I got 99 problems so I pack a hundred rounds
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| If you don’t know me by know, then you nowhere to be found
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| Prolly face down in the ditch
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| Head quarters for a bitch
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| One two minute from your limbs
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| So I had to shut that shit, fuck that shit!
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| No remorse, fuck the law, fuck the court
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| They won’t find you, they won’t miss you
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| They won’t recognize your corpse
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| And if a nigga mention my name on first 48
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| He gon' wish the police would have burned this tape
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| Stay your ass in your yard if you ain’t with this street shit
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| You vegetarians don’t want this beef shit, nah!
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| So keep my name out your mouth
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| These hundred round drums 'a make a frame out your house
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| All my guys paid off
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| It ain’t no lay off, no day off
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| These niggas damn fools, they bring mayhem and chaos
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| You furr for your life, you should pack up and take off
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| But you ain’t gon' see us coming with them big guns
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| Bitches gossip and niggas gossip like bitches
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| Wanna find out what I got, what I’m spending
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| My money long, some rappers be pretending
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| If you ain’t build for this street shit — don’t get in
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| Stay your ass in your yard if you ain’t with this street shit
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| You vegetarians don’t want this beef shit, nah!
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| So keep my name out your mouth
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| These hundred round drums 'a make a frame out your house |