| Yes sir. |
| The realest nigga in the game. |
| Juicy J. It’s going down. |
| North North
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| Y’all nigga ain’t ready. |
| We gettin' this mothafuckin' money. |
| I thought y’all
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| niggas knew this shit. |
| Lets do it nigga. |
| Come on, lets go
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| Imma rob me a nigga, imma rob me…
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| I’ll give you what I am and tell them give me some money
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| If you don’t know who I am I’m that goon selling yams
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| I’ll give you what I am and tell them give me some money
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| (Juicy J)
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| It’s the return of them dopeboys getting this money man
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| Selling pills and weed methamphetamines and cocaine
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| And them jack boys that be down for a robbin'
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| And them real goons that be down for a poppin'
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| Have them niggas out here makin' money with this pimpin'
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| All my niggas out here man gettin' it how they livin'
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| I went from the projects, fucked up, eating Spam
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| Now I’m ridin' 30 inches tryin' to push a lot of grams
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| Leeches on my dick cuz they know that I’m the shit
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| Haters keep on hating cuz they know that I’m the shit
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| Nigga I’m on the low, yee ain’t know I got dem bricks
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| I’m getting this money over here I got you bitches sick
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| (Project Pat)
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| The pistol’s cocked man, bullets gon' fly dog
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| And when I swipe this magnum Imma tear your jaw off
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| I blew your balls off, you niggas cumin
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| Before they stepped out the trap I was dumpin'
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| Cuz for that money a nigga dance with death
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| Man I’m a convict and felon, ain’t no chances left
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| I’m to the death, me and she got a chemistry
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| Nigga out here feel me, ever had your stomach to your back?
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| Now that’s rob or die
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| A situation I don’t know and me so low on bread
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| Get two stacks to get my case dropped my lawyer said
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| The barrels cross your head I ain’t like ya anyway
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| A nigga out here starvin' bout to die and you wanna play? |