| Dis rain 'sposed to drop, when I first hit the block
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| Niggas wasn’t really feelin me then
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| I had a little drama, I was bout that there
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| That’s how a nigga kept his name in the wind
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| I’m from the projects, as in the 3rd Ward
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| As up in uptown, ah-what you heard of, it goes
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| Put your trigger fingers up I’m from around the way, it goes
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| Put your trigger fingers up I’m from around the way, it goes
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| I got ghosts on my team unseen
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| And they only be ridin with me 'til we do one thing
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| The watch, the bling bling, fuck what you heard
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| I ain’t even gotta tell 'em nothin to give 'em the word
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| Put bosses on injured reserve, fuck losses
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| Put your sister brother mammy and your pa on the curb
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| I can make an ounce out of a quarter of a bird
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| Introduce you to the killers, all my dogs in the 3rd
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| Know that, this ain’t the spot to sco' at
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| Cause you don’t know if nigga really got a package or he’s scopin to jack
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| If they get’cha won’t nobody rat
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| These families been here for years with kids and they not about to demolish that
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| We got and a lot of crack
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| Hearing our tracks cause these could be givin 'em a whole lot of facts
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| My lil' spot where it was poppin at
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| Standin in the court all day thinkin of ways to get out of that
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| Dis rain 'sposed to drop, when I first hit the block
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| Niggas wasn’t really feelin me then
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| I had a little drama, I was bout that there
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| That’s how a nigga kept his name in the wind
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| I’m from the projects, as in the 3rd Ward
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| As up in uptown, ah-what you heard of, it goes
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| Put your trigger fingers up I’m from around the way, it goes
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| Put your trigger fingers up I’m from around the way, it goes
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| Storm with me, waitin on Mignon and Iggy
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| And this one gon' be out’chea in a minute ya hear me?
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| Ho listen, watch them niggas, let me do me
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| They gon' spin the bend right now, they know we on duty
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| I got my lil' cutey, I took her from hard times
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| Go 'head hand me the strap when these niggas get out of line
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| I ain’t tryin to size the beef up or measure it
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| But I’m know in your place’s where you motherfuckers better get
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| We ain’t gotta go back and forth people to settle this
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| X Juvey out, just handle business for Terius
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| I’m Conan wild wod', I’m glowanchardo
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| Run up like a stupid and get thrown in the pile ho
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| You don’t see me with no bodyguards, probably in exotic cars
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| Gettin the 411 from a lot of broads
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| You can get this money with me you ain’t gotta starve
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| You my people but this business so I gotta charge
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| Dis rain 'sposed to drop, when I first hit the block
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| Niggas wasn’t really feelin me then
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| I had a little drama, I was bout that there
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| That’s how a nigga kept his name in the wind
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| I’m from the projects, as in the 3rd Ward
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| As up in uptown, ah-what you heard of, it goes
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| Put your trigger fingers up I’m from around the way, it goes
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| Put your trigger fingers up I’m from around the way, it goes
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| Yeah I’m focusin on learnin from all your mistakes now
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| Was a face in the crowd, I’m a baller with grace now
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| I miss illegal shit but I don’t fuck with the cops
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| Cause I’m always smokin some killer when I cut through the blocks and stop
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| 'Fore I ignore it, my name be in all type of shit
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| Trippin over my car, and I don’t even like the bitch
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| Niggas get that false courage and buck
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| But you ain’t doin shit unless the murder rate raise up
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| Lil' wonder, youth symbol stand for two K’s up
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| It ain’t your motherfuckin business about who pays us
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| Projects know you got some change on ya, it’s a shame on ya
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| I’m fresh out of the shootin range with my aim on ya
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| I heard 'em say they catchin feelings now cause I’m boss
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| Well put your drawers in your booty bitch and break to the North
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| What nigga I ain’t feelin nothin, and I ain’t fearin none
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| This is the Magnolia and see where this guerilla from |