| Send em niggas to yo house, banana clips and AK’s
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| Always talking about you gangsta nigga, that shit sound great
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| Hear you pussy nigga say you killas when you on stage
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| Send em goons out to yo show, nigga you get scared straight
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| I come from the north, even young niggas don’t give a fuck
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| Come through with the extended, won’t be long before they stick you up
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| All these robbers flogging on they CD’s talking about trap shit
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| Everybody talking that they shooters, but ain’t clap shit
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| I’m here tryna come up
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| Hustling til the sun up
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| 6AM they got the sack, they out here doing numbers
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| Snitch ass niggas in court
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| Hating ass nigga turn in form
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| Gotta watch what you say on the phone with a nigga, cuz you never know who be
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| record
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| Bitch, with all these albums I sold
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| I kept it real with my people and never gave up my soul
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| Don’t think cuz I’m on a roll
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| That I won’t point and unload
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| I point that finger to yo melon
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| Then get back to the show
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| Deep down south in the hood nigga slanging
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| Hustling and gaming, tryna stack some change in
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| Land of the lost, full of gangstas and killas
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| Niggas all about they damn scrilla
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| Project Pata
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| Choppa spitta
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| Like water hosay
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| Blowing on the cali louda
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| Sippin' rozay
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| Smoked out, loced out, riding with the pistol grip
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| Smoked out, choked out, damn this some good shit
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| Damn that’s a bad bitch
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| Y’all smoking babbage
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| Pistol to your head bitch
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| Gimme all yo cash bitch
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| Cuz we robbing and jacking
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| You fuck niggas slacking, these cities be packing
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| The money we stacking, you fake niggas acting
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| You facing a crackin
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| Your face be cracked in, the forty will swing like a bat and blood splatter
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| My young nigga slanging and banging
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| So man ya know they into stacking
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| You know we lit, get broke in this bitch, bitch its a smashing
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| Killers on deck, don’t write a check, your ass will be cashing |