| Just lettin niggas know who the fuck they fuckin with
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| That’s right (we just came back to let you know)
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| Bone Boys is back
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| They don’t know who they fuckin with
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| They don’t know who they up against
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| They don’t know (we gon' creep) they don’t know (we got heat)
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| They don’t know (we come deep) they don’t know
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| Look at me paid in full, lil' homies call me Money Makin Mister
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| Cause I’m ballin takin trips, they know the hustlin don’t quit
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| Fuck a job, fuck a bitch; |
| I only maneuver in the fast lane
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| Niggas they got they hands out, ever since the cash came
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| But mayne I ain’t on that, they already know me
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| They’ll never get to owe me and I think everybody the police
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| Paraniod and cautious, my thug method is flawless
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| My reputation the rawest, surrounded by Cleveland bosses
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| Shit, everybody talkin so I stay seldom seen
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| Never stoppin and parkin, I swear the lights stay green
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| Green, know what I mean? |
| Cause other busta niggas dream
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| Of hustlin and tryin to be me, livin they life like kings
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| But this ain’t fiction, this reality dawg
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| It take fo'-five niggas just to handle me dawg
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| If I ever get a whiff you comin after me dawg
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| They all fall from the sawed-off, and that’ll be all
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| I come down with the Glock cocked, bustin out the drop-top
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| Clearin niggas spots out, call me Mr. Pop Pop
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| These pussy niggas is not hot, I’m the one that run the block
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| Tryin to claim it after I got it, I’m locked, nigga I think not
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| Still got the chop-chops, A.K.A. |
| them double ups
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| Niggas sellin ready rocks, nigga get your money up
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| Thinkin somethin funny bruh? |
| Layzie get the last laugh
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| Wanna see some funny stuff? |
| Nigga better do his math
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| Mr. Snatch-n-Grab, all about the taking
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| Billionaire in the making, yeah I’m bringin home the bacon
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| And the bread, and the cheese, and the eggs
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| Anything I need, better believe I’mma get
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| And the keys to the 'Vette, plus the H2 Hummer
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| I hustle through the fall, winter, spring and the summer
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| I don’t need no runner, I’m the number one gunner
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| I’m the one that pull the trigger when you niggas wanna run up
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| I hope by now you got it, I’m only in it for the profits
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| If you tryin to check my pockets I’mma pull it out and cock it
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| Fuck it pop it, let it loose, I was bred to raise the roof
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| Sucka-free and bullet-proof, with my trusty double-duece
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| The man right here, we ain’t playin round here
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| Shit get critical down here, real physical all year
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| See them lil' weak niggas, get devoured like steak
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| Niggas hungry, they ain’t ate, want the whole damn plate
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| Game all up in yo' face, it ain’t safe, you get killed
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| On the wrong side of the tracks, niggas is askin to get spilled
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| I’m built like a tank, get it? |
| I’m hard to hit
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| And I’mma get my hustle on, regardless bitch
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| I let the drama unfold, I ain’t startin shit
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| But when the shit get to crackin I split all the wigs
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| I’m just a baller, dig? |
| Came to rearrange the game
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| Niggas respectin the name, they know I’m doin my thang
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| I’m L-Burna |