| Some girls don’t know they alphabets, ya know what I’m sayin'
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| But I ain’t really tryna be like, you know, all-
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| You nam’sayin', Puffy and all them motherfuckers
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| That’s definitely not me
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| I ain’t into that shit neither
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| Yo what the fuck is up with these rap niggas
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| Y’all niggas act like y’all don’t know man
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| (Put it the fucking other way nigga, fuck boy)
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| Disassemble the firearms
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| My UZI clips concealing the fire bombs
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| Extend hands, the blue steel to steal your advance
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| I’m running with clans, from the dark side
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| Catch a body, that’s when the heart dies
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| Analysing his pray he got the shark eye
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| Rockin' Ricardo, praying for better tomorrows
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| Dreams of pushing Gallardos, Beams and semi-autos
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| Tag teams, air holes releasing the foul steam
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| TEC’s ring mean the bullets sing like Al Green
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| It’s Tha God and only the God that we trust dog
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| Make me repent for all of them dead bodies I dumped off
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| And I ain’t talking Reebok when I’m talking them pumps dog
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| Try and leave stupid, your whole style get crushed frog
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| I’m pulling Glocks like cops do
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| From the hip and then pop you
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| Tha God was the nigga that shot you, achoo
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| Blessed, puttin' heat in exhaust
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| Clap you three times and make you carry a cross
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| Nigga I’m the best, you niggas know the rest
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| Emcees see me and go in cardiac arrest
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| Tha Gawd’s the end of the road
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| This rhyme’s the start of your death
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| I cast a couple shells, pass a couple L’s, blast a couple shells
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| You niggas pussy, like to tailgate
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| My twin UZIs like to go on hell dates |