| Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
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| Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
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| Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
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| And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch!
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| And this here is the Carter oh! |
| yo! |
| And this here is the Carter yo! |
| oh!
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| This one here is just to clarify the fact that I’m a muthafuckin mack
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| This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back
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| This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! |
| Oh!
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| Slick as I wanna be born to be hustla gonna be rich till I’m gone
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| Gonna keep spittin this shit for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this shit I’m
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| gutless
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| Bet I’m gonna reap this when I’m gone defeat this while I’m here
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| Gonna keep beatin this street shit in ya ear
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| Gonna speak in every single street this year
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| My shit beat in every jeep on every street this year
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| Wizzle F Baby ya’ll niggaz can have the Weezy I’m the Birdman Jr. junior
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| I’m a man to another man to a bitch I’m a pimp in the whip I’m a hundred grand
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| And in the streets I’m a money man
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| And I’m a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred men
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| A hundred proof in my other hand
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| If ever fall spring back like a rubberband know what I’m sayin
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| Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin
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| Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
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| Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
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| And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch
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| The cops is watchin streets are talkin
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| Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful
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| Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers
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| And everybody saw ya and aint that a bitch
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| Now all the bitches got me strollin wit my dick in my hand
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| And these niggaz got me rollin with my clip on my hip
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| But this is my land so prick dont trip cause K’s dont jam and a nigga dont miss
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| They tellin me I’m the shit like a nigga dont piss
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| But nigga dont slip cause I’ll kill a punk bitch Word Up!
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| And I dont affiliate with niggaz I dont love neither bitches just money and
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| drugs nigga
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| Leave ya bitches ya money and drugs nigga
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| Three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug nigga
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| How many more do ya love nigga
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| cause I got plenty more to give out I aint never been a mouthpiece
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| Ask ya reverend bout me I’m the young God
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| Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy
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| Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour
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| Plain yuk at a fuck boy. |
| Fuck Boy!
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| I’m a muthafuckin man so respect me as one or the tech meet ya ass son
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| The tech heat ya ass son put ya fuckin chest beneath ya ass son
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| Blooka blook blap bleep ya ass son (laughin)
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| Nigga tryin to see his grandson and we got niggaz in the pen tryin to see me wit a Grammy
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| Wanna be me and don’t even understand me Could’nt see me even if you was standin with me
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| I’m that damn convincing not invisible that mans invinsible
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| And advance a little due to the pine
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| My niggaz call me little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind
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| And I let you do the time I do the crime
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| When the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the line
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| Nigga thats S.Q. |
| and we fine nigga thats S.Q. |
| and we firrin Nigga!
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| Ha! |
| Wizzle F Baby fa ya muhfuckin neck nigga
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| Got Streets in da buildin Gotti in the buildin
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| KL, Fee Fee in the buildin Rome, DI, Ceeti… |