| I be comin' up wit da Glock toy
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| You can stop boy
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| You ain’t heard I’m off tha block boy
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| Chipp-pedy chop boy
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| Off in ya cut is where I’m layin'
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| Ready fo' sprayin'
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| Soon as I see yo face and hand
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| I ain’t wit dat playin'
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| My daddy showed me how to play it in a situation
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| My daddy tol' me I ain’t shit wit outta occupation
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| So I played the game
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| Bust yo head if you said my name
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| I had some of deez niggas scared I came
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| I kno' some niggas out tha 'Nolia that’ll ride fo' me
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| I kno' some niggas hollin' soldier that a die fo' me
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| T.C., L.T., Magnolia and six
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| Oh you want some of dat fire dope you can score in da bricks
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| You disrespectin' my mind cuz you keep comin' short
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| I might hitcha wit dat iron cuz you need ta be taught
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| You keep showing yo teeth cuz you thank its a joke
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| You mus thank deez bullets ain’t real and you ain’t gon' git smoke
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| Now if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun
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| You betta run for it, run for it, run
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| And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz bout ta come
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| You betta run for it, run for it, run
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| If ya ain’t gotta strap but cho enemy got one
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| You betta run for it, run for it, run
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| And if you git into it wit a Cash Money Brotha
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| You betta run for it, run for it, run
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| I be in all black sometimes
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| Sometimes I be jumpin' out trees in camouflage
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| Me and Juvenile got two Ks we bout to ride
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| Dem boyz playin' wit da U.P.T. |
| well dey gots to die
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| Man it’s that deep
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| It’s a tragedy
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| That you can test me
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| Heard I run in houses don’t put it past me
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| Hell look boy you betta tell deez niggas
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| Fo' I mask up and try ta kill deez niggas
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| You don’t want my stress trouble
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| I be back in two hummers and five lex-bubbles (what!)
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| My big brother Juvie
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| Tol' me not to eva letta nigga screw me
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| Tol' me if I eva did he would do me
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| Gave me two guns and sent me round dey shootin'
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| And then they start runnin'
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| Hardest niggas on tha block started actin like a woman
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| Tha four foot stranger in ya area bustin'
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| Load it up and slide it in
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| Cock it back pop it out we ridin'
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| Look, look I’ll run in a busta spot
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| I’ll sit on a busta porch
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| I’ll sleep on a busta block
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| Apply five and then let go
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| Bang lil cowards keep playin', get hurt
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| Motha-flirk see I’ont' curse
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| But’ll wet up yo shirt
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| Look all my enemy’s see me comin'
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| All my enemy’s peeeeeuuungghhh be runnin'
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| Now if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun
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| You betta run for it, run for it, run
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| And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz bout ta come
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| You betta run for it, run for it, run
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| If ya ain’t gotta strap but cho enemy got one
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| You betta run for it, run for it, run
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| And if you git into it wit a Cash Money Brotha
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| You betta run for it, run for it, run
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| You thank I’m playin’a somthin' lil whodie I ain’t trippin'
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| Tha beef started last week and dem niggas still be hittin'
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| Two children got killed and a ol' lady got hit
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| Look I’m bout ta git tha fuck cause I ain' got no time fo' dis shit
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| Now you can be comin' through
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| And runnin' to a gun if you feel
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| That they ain’t gon' do you shit cause ya real
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| I’ont' wanna be witcha when its hapnin' either
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| I probably be somewhere ducked off takin' a nap wit my people
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| I’d rather see it on TV than see it in person
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| Having my fucking' head hurtin'
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| When dem thirties be burstin'
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| Bet if yo beef see ya he ain’t gon' wait fo' ya dog
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| Our all gon' try to rearrange ya face fo' ya dog
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| Second line and round dem clubs ain’t no place fo ya dog
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| Dem same niggas you come up wit playa-hatin' ya dog
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| I see em comin' wit choppers and I know they gon' bust
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| Lil Wayne hol' up
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| We kitin' out sho' nuff'
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| Now if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun
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| You betta run for it, run for it, run
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| And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz bout ta come
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| You betta run for it, run for it, run
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| If ya ain’t gotta strap but cho enemy got one
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| You betta run for it, run for it, run
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| And if you git into it wit a Cash Money Brotha
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| You betta run for it, run for it, run
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| Now if ya at dat second line and dem boyz gotta gun
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| You betta run for it, run for it, run
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| And if ya too deep in some beef and dem boyz bout ta come
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| You betta run for it, run for it, run
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| If ya ain’t gotta strap but cho enemy got one
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| You betta run for it, run for it, run
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| And if you git into it wit a Cash Money Brotha
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| You betta run for it, run for it, run
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| Run for it
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| Ya betta run for it, run for it
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| Ya betta run for it, run for it
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| Go git cha gun for it
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| Ya betta run for it, run for it, run
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| Run for it, run for it, run, run for it
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| Run for it, run, run for it, run for it, run
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| Get cha gun for it, gun for it, gun
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| Get cha gun for it gun for it |