| It’s the ynt, ymcmb
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| We gon' blame it on the system
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| Now, we gon blame it on the system
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| Shit, nigga
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| Y’all niggas better zip it
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| Better zip your mouth
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| Show you what this street shit about
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| You in doubt? |
| we’ll set fire to your house
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| And murder everything running out
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| Y’all niggas better zip it
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| Nigga better zip your mouth
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| Y’all niggas better zip it
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| Nigga better zip your mouth
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| I’m sitting on the foot off the bed, dime by my feet
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| The dick was too good, the bítch still asleep
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| Since a pussy got lips I guess you niggas could speak
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| You niggas bluffin' like snow, you niggas just sleet
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| Okay, I stick to the g-code, you stick to the zip code
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| Money tall like benjamin franklin on tip-toe
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| Your bítch a blowfish, she swallow my fishin' pole
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| I aim at your head — it’s coming off like stripper clothes
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| I fuck with guerillas, bust at the feds
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| I bet your mouth can’t run, if I cut off your legs
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| I’m fly like a zipper, but that ain’t the point
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| My bullets fat as a joint, you hear it crack like a voice
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| I come to wet up the party, you niggas is garbage
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| Hollow tips on the cartridge I let it rip through your cartilage
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| One number, three letters -9-a-k
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| Y’all niggas better zip it like ykk — tunechi!
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| Y’all niggas better zip it, zip it, zip it
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| Y’all hoes been misrepresenting
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| Ran niggas too long
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| Ynt gon' be there first
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| Y’all niggas thought we was gone?
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| You gotta be kidding
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| Watch what you say
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| We catch everything out the air
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| Bare hands, no mittens
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| If my name get mentioned
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| A nigga gon' slay you
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| Catch ‘em broad day with your bítch
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| A nigga still gon' spray you
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| What it cost to merk a snitch?
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| Ho, that’s cheap labor
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| If you survive these 50 shots
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| You was in god’s favor, big guns
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| I’mma send your mom my condolences
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| But if she with you when I hit you
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| You know how us niggas from new orleans
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| Is
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| Everybody get it, everybody gon' feel it
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| Nobody exempt, every charge I got was a murder
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| In the boot, nigga ain’t no attempts
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| So i‘ll take shots, i’ll send em (believe that)
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| Got killers on standby, we gon take our lawyers
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| Ready to defend ‘em (believe that)
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| Just having thoughts of snitching
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| Nigga you in violation
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| So just the thought of your snitchin'
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| Bítch is annihilation — annihilation
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| I just got in from cali, went from la to vallejo
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| I was lookin' for heron, but
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| All they had was the yayo
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| Chickens up in the boat, Noah’s ark in this bitch
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| I’m talkin' green like the 17th day of march in this bitch
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| I tried to kill ‘em in vegas, I played roulette in the wind
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| Like i’m ridin' bellagio, mgm and the hen'
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| I got court in the morning, me and the district attorney
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| Told my lawyer don’t settle, let’s take this bitch for a journey
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| They ain’t catch me with nothin', I don’t know who say it dope
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| Bitches always runnin' they mouths, I call ‘em Usain Bolts
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| Still got love for my niggas, just how they dodgin' the rats
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| Know how we ran in the projects, we was like dogs in the pack
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| Growin' up in the crescents, you need a vest and a weapon
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| Everybody got beef, the shit like a delicatessen
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| Snitches told ‘em I wore that, them bitches hit him with ten
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| He just started a business, he in that system again |