| Homicide city shit
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| Homicide city shit
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| Yeah, yeah homicide
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| You see the neck lit
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| Fist glisten
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| Chain dripping
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| Lane shifting
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| Riding dirty, dirty
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| Got that thang
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| Know I stay grippin
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| Facing life with it or without it. |
| Bitch it’s same difference
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| Lames drippin
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| If it’s day or night I’mma bang with it
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| Situation’s sicking, nigga’s broke and they can’t fix it
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| Dough is all I know, so if you slip it then I can’t miss it
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| Ain’t mention Sin and broke niggas in the same sentence
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| Got the game twisted, mane listen
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| Say pimpin, what you pushin?
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| Product pumping like a piston
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| Hardly getting by
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| Or probably getting high off what you pitching
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| While we sitting fly tryin' keep it simplified
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| Moving like we semper fi
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| My niggas is born to ride, y’all niggas get sent to die
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| All you do is mention I, general exemplify
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| Sin City been gritty, 10-city enterprise
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| About to make it 25, utilize my witty mind
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| To improvise my goal to reach the
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| All-time city high
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| You don’t want the semi flying nine at your hemi fine
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| All you gotta do is send me time you got plenty time
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| Mad cause my ones up
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| And scared cause my guns bust
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| God’s mind is divine, I’ll shine on you dumbfucks
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| Sin never dumb struck
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| ? |
| on the? |
| pumps on any man in the face
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| And like sanitation dump trucks
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| Dodge magnum? |
| big enough to slug?
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| Bubble butts job off of the couch and double dutch
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| Glock in a double clutch
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| You don’t want no trouble, trust
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| Rug cutter you’re juglar
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| Promise you your blood’ll gush
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| Dead smack in front of us
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| Get clap dead you front on us
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| You back?
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| You rats feds can’t front on us
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| Stack bread like Wonder
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| From the winter til the summer come
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| Upgrade to made
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| That’s when the Benzs and the Hummers come
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| I ain’t want to Hummer stunt
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| Ask how I stack well
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| Like Maxwell nigga tryin do a little sumthin, sumthin |