| tramp yap yooby or yicky is all ratchet
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| whore slut bitch or a floozy the same reaction,
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| blood cuhz nothin but thugs we’re all active,
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| Mean mugs up in the club, it makes us active!
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| hard heads goonies so Loony ready for action,
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| Five blocks, six and seven, nigga was hapn’en!
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| Hood shit hoodies and dickies that’s how I dress,
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| Real spit, homie, you know me, I am a mess!
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| White v diamonds be shinning throughout my teeth,
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| No sleep, hustling and grindin they’re trying to eat,
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| Brain wire, all I desire is grimey shit.
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| Flame fire out of the muzzle when choppers spit,
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| Dice games stay in my lane a gudda bitch
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| thick hips loving my fame, but she ain’t shit,
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| hood rich chef in the kitchen, I got that twist.
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| So slick, planning and plotting my next lick!
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| All I kno is hood!
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| All I kno is hood!
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| All I kno is hood!
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| All I kno is hood!
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| Yada, yams, yiggin no difference, it’s all yickins,
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| Drop it, lock it, rock it, I’m twisting it in the kitchen.
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| Pistol, popper, knocker, a chopper it’s all heat,
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| Block em, pop em, drop em, or stop em if I dont eat
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| Body wit me sticky or difference it all moves,
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| Hustle, juggle, cope wit the bubble, I can’t lose!
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| Chips, cheese, paper and yaper, its all bread,
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| Greeders, riders, hustlers in bushes we all fed!
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| Snitches, bitches, witness, informent, it’s all the same
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| Shaking, backing, kidnapping, take a piss on his grave,
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| Gang bang, repin the name I’m from the soil,
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| Rap game, nothing but flames, I got that oil!
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| Gudda budda seepin and leaking like I’ma boil,
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| Old school, acting a fool, that delta royal!
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| Slang speech, talking the streets, I’m trying to teach,
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| Preach, heat over these beats, expand my reach.
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| All I kno is hood!
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| All I kno is hood!
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| All I kno is hood!
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| All I kno is hood!
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| Pistols, macs, pieces, my pirates, my bushel fire,
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| Pussy power privilege, I live this, this all I got!
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| Thieves, phonies, fakers and flunkies they want it from me,
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| Muscle, hustle, tussle and struggle, I need my money!
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| Snitches, bitches, preachers, and rickets now I’m the target,
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| Bad intentions, vengeance, I’m with this, let’s get it started!
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| Rain, pain, walk with the flame I gets retarted,
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| Street beast, bring me the beef and watch me char it,
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| No sleep up for a week I’m chasing paper!
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| Slow creeps back with the heat, I’m in my scraper!
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| So deep, most of my peeps they didn’t make it!
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| locked back I’m resting in peace, this shit is sacred!
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| Music moving up in this movement, but I’m still losing,
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| Trying to do it, prove it, pursuing and get down through it,
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| Slacked on, comin to get it, I knew I could,
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| So strong, taking the throne back to the hood!
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| All I kno is hood!
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| All I kno is hood!
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| All I kno is hood!
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| All I kno is hood! |