| Huh…
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| You lil boyz don’t know what it mean ta get shot
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| You lil boyz don’t wanna do nothin' but hang on tha block
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| Yoy lil boyz ain’t ready to go to tha pen
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| You lil boyz ain’t ready to be sleepin' with nothin' but men
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| You lil boyz better stay in your place
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| You lil boyz ain’t gon' be scared until you catch you a case
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| You lil boyz be out here sniffin' that furl
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| You lil boyz gotta get loaded just to go in that world
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| You lil boyz had better hit you a lick
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| You lil boyz shouldn’t have ta ask another nigga for shit
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| You lil boyz don’t even respect your momma
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| You lil boyz don’t even have tha sense to be a Big Tymer
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| You lil boyz swear to God it’s a game
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| You lil boyz gotta kill somethin' and get you a name
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| You lil boyz always be makin' a scene
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| You lil boyz wanna be grown, and you’re still in your teens
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| Look, you lil boyz better slow down
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| Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it’s 'bout to go down
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| Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
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| There’s no remorse now
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| 'Bout to explode rounds
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| Look, you lil boyz better ta slow down
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| Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it’s 'bout to go down
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| Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
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| There’s no remorse now
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| 'Bout to explode rounds
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| You lil boyz better clear tha block
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| Cause somebody done ran in my money spot
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| Cock tha Glocks, we prepared to pop
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| Can’t let it slide cause these lil boyz ain’t right
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| Somebody gon' die tonight when we ride tonight
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| I’ma clear your set if I heard your name up in my mess
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| Best make a set trap, bust back with booby traps
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| You’re outta line if you’re playin' with mine
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| Fuck these bezzel bitch niggas gon' meet tha devil
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| Lil boyz don’t know they playin' with rainy weather
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| Fuckin' with my cheddar
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| B.G., Wayne, Juvie, Big Tymers, whatever
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| But, however, if I could do
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| I’ma cook your hood like I cook up pill-goods, fool
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| You lil boyz better ta slow down
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| Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it’s 'bout ta go down
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| Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
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| There’s no remorse now
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| 'Bout to explode rounds
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| Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
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| Up in tha mornin', in tha cut, it’s 'bout ta go down
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| Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
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| There’s no remorse now
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| 'Bout to explode rounds
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| Look
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| Check it out, check it out
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| You lil boyz make it happen, pack up y’all shit
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| You lil boyz need to go ahead on and quit, see
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| You lil boyz know y’all time is up
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| You lil boyz need to (gimme gimme gimme) get tha fuck
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| You lil boyz kinda like had '99
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| But look, you lil boyz from today to lights out, it’s mine
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| You lil boyz need ta (???) with y’all’s friends
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| You lil boyz really women with paws like mens
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| You lil boyz stay out mine and worry 'bout yurn
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| You lil boyz is tha right hook for this song cause y’all children
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| You lil boyz need to stop stealin' my beats
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| You lil boyz think a producer won’t take y’all off y’all feets
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| You lil boyz know I do beats for twenty
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| You lil boyz add that up: zero zero zero comma, aw, fuck it, it’s plenty
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| You lil boyz tell y’all baby-momma I’m back in town
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| You lil boyz smiles done turned into frowns
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| Look, look
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| When. |
| I. ride. |
| dog
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| Chopper. |
| be on. |
| my. |
| side. |
| dog
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| Niggas betta run. |
| duck. |
| hide. |
| dog
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| Cause I’m about to let. |
| bullets. |
| fly. |
| dog
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| Bahdi-by-by
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| Get it. |
| right, nigga
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| They all know Lil' Weezy ride at. |
| night, nigga
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| I dip low, and I’m strapped up. |
| tight, nigga
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| Duct tape your momma, and shoot off in your. |
| wife, nigga
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| Look, ain’t nothin' nice around here, stupid
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| Keep playin', you won’t see next year, stupid
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| Keep sprayin'. |
| tha MAC-11. |
| burst
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| Hit 'em where it. |
| hurts
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| I’ma shoot. |
| first
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| Soak his. |
| shirt (ksshhh!)
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| Blood all over tha place
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| Hit tha block, have thugs all over tha place
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| It’s Lil' Wayne, nigga, whoa now
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| If you don’t think you can hang, nigga, slow down
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| Look, look
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| Cause you lil boyz need ta slow down
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| Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it’s 'bout ta go down
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| Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
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| There’s no remorse now
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| 'Bout to explode rounds
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| Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
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| Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it’s 'bout ta go down
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| Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
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| There’s no remorse now
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| 'Bout to explode rounds
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| Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
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| Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
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| Look, you lil boyz need ta slow down
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| Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it’s 'bout ta go down
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| What |