| Them Hot Boys out here, ya heard me?
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| The B.G., headbussin’Moe, fa sho
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| Bout to make it happen,
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| Magnolia bout that gafflin'
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| Valence &Magnolia
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| First Verse:
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| I’m in the jungle, of niggas that’s lookin’for static,
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| Two niggas stuck and jackin’just to support his habit,
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| Them people rollin', so I gotta do what I can,
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| I gotta pound of that sand I picked up from the man,
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| The luxuries I gotta have it, black savage,
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| He’s in the streets holdin’up traffic,
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| With the plastic, Desert Eagle .45 automatic,
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| My glass is, filled with J.D. and coca-cola classic,
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| And niggas that playa-hate I got somethin’for yo asses
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| I’ma act a donkey, boy you best not run up on me,
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| You niggas phony, that’s why I did that to your homie,
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| For instance, when the Mac-9 will erase your existence
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| So distance, yourself from me cuz my conscience be clickin',
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| Niggas be paranoid when they see I be dippin',
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| Sayin', man let me go, he bout to stomp on that trigger,
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| Somebodies wig get split in the middle of the street,
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| I got your brains to show you bitches, stop playin’with me,
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| And ain’t no thing I got my ruger and I aint’scared to die,
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| Cross that line and I’ma shoot’cha and tell your Mommy bye-bye,
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| Hungry for money, like v&ires hungry for blood,
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| Better get to runnin', solja reeboks is in the mud
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| Chorus:
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| Phase, a blast of foolishness went through his head,
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| With a strap hollerin’Nigga what you said?
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| That iron again is mine right? |
| Snatchin’for a kidnap,
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| People out that project say Juvenile you did that?
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| That iron again is mine right? |
| Snatchin’for a kidnap,
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| People out that project say Juvenile you did that?
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| Man, Juvenile you did that…
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| Second Verse:
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| Don’t get caught up fools, in the wrong way,
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| Cuz them niggas out that Lio stay totin’them A.K.'s
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| The baddest trigga happy niggas I ever saw,
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| Calliope niggas play the muthafuckin’game raw,
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| So don’t get’cha self in a jam,
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| Cuz these niggas I hang with really don’t give a damn,
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| With the quickness, nigga they put them K’s to use,
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| Niggas like Wango, Wine, Spig, and my boy Deuce,
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| So any nigga want some drama get strapped,
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| So I can put your bitch ass in my Rest In Peace wrap
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| Cuz dead, yeah, is what’cha gonna be,
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| If you fuck with this nigga from that C-P 3,
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| So don’t be fuckin’with me,
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| Cuz you’ll be lookin’down the barrel of a nine double M, homie
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| And with a nigga like me, holdin’the gat,
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| I’ma pull the fuckin’trigger and bust ya head to the fat,
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| Then watch your brain run down the city drain,
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| And after that, leave the spot cuz Frank Mignon’s comin’to get the remains,
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| So all you gangsta ass niggas tilt your hat,
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| And plus that bullshit y’all niggas out here are tryin’to do?
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| I fuckin’been there and done that
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| Chorus:
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| Phase, a blast of foolishness went through his head,
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| With a strap hollerin’Nigga what you said?
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| That iron again is mine right? |
| Snatchin’for a kidnap,
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| People out that project say Big Moe you did that?
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| That iron again is mine right? |
| Snatchin’for a kidnap,
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| People out that project say Big Moe you did that?
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| Third Verse:
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| Don’t make me pull my pistol nigga, cuz fa-shiggidy I’ma use it This life you strugglin’through you gone lose it,
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| I come through actin’foolish, with semi-automatics,
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| Shit get hectic, blast, or get blasted,
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| I’ma a Baby Gangsta bout drama, bout buckin',
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| Full of that dustin', you bust, I’m bustin',
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| You shoot, I shoot
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| You miss, I hit,
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| Hot Boy representin’that gangsta shit,
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| Stop playin’with the young soldier, believe,
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| You jeopardizin’what’s on your shoulder, you shoot at me Take it to the streets, you ain’t bout that action,
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| Packin’two twenty-three's, sweepers knock you off your feet,
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| St. Thomas still got them bags for twenty-five,
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| Before I go on the pride, I’m full of that Worldwide,
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| Goin’for crime I’ll spank them, can’t swim with the sharks,
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| Through this water, muthafucka I’ll spank’em,
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| Get’cha mind right, nigga, fuckin’with me,
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| Think twice I tote iron I’ma a true B.G.,
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| Fuckin’right, I split hats, and I tote Mac’s,
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| I be fuckin’with silver packs, now what you know about that?
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| Got the all black fit, ready to put in work,
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| But niggas actin’like jerks, I put dicks in the dirt,
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| I run with Juvenile, cuz he’s a gangsta ass nigga,
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| Niggas huntin’like they bout it, but I’ll spank that ass nigga,
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| So who wants some beef? |
| Let me show you I don’t play,
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| Told ya I’m that type that’ll hit’cha block everyday,
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| If you’re real, you’ll bust back,
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| But if you fake, I got’cha warning in all-black,
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| It’s no escape, I did that
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| Chorus:
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| Phase, a blast of foolishness went through his head,
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| With a strap hollerin’Nigga what you said?
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| That iron again is mine right? |
| Snatchin’for a kidnap,
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| People out that project say B.G. |
| you did that?
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| That iron again is mine right? |
| Snatchin’for a kidnap,
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| People out that project say B.G. |
| you did that?
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| Man, Juvenile you did that… |