| Alot of niggas better move out
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| Cause here I come with my click
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| With the tools out
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| All of a sudden all these cowards
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| Startin to spook out
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| It’s warfare a buncha of niggas
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| Bout to lose out
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| It’s time to load up them thangs
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| Hit the spot run in his house
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| And make 'em show up then thangs
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| Take 'em in the room go in his pockets
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| And then blow up his brains
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| No matter the weather
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| Rain, snow, sleet, or hail
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| I’mma slangin' that metal
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| So tell 'em niggas in yo' hood
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| To get it together
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| Cause I’m with tola, mario
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| And we down for whatever
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| Never underestimate or you goin under, see
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| Y’all can keep playin with Lil Wayne
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| But that lil' boy trouble
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| And plus dis shorty be full, wodie
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| Be scorin bundles, then start wildin'
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| Hit the block and let his toys rumble
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| And it go ratter-tatter
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| Ya be suprised how niggas scatter
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| When the M-1 shatter
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| And everybody on the block
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| They get bout' ten in they bladder
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| Tell 'em lights off
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| Mask on
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| Creep silent
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| Your life’s gone
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| We done left the block quiet
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| Tell 'em lights off
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| Mask on
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| Creep silent
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| Your life’s gone
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| We done left the block quiet
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| Look, look
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| When it’s time to ride
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| It ain’t no time to play
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| It could be time to die
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| At any time of the day
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| And i’ll be godammit
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| If I let a nigga steel me
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| It will not happen
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| Ima fire about a hundred and fifty shots at 'em
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| And got my Glocks rammin'
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| Leave a nigga spot damaged
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| That’s how the beat made us
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| I chief three blunts
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| So I can get a head rush
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| Then come around the corner
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| And your whole day crush
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| I’m sick and tired
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| Niggas choose to test the water
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| They get hit and die
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| Some of 'em scared of man slaughter
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| So they stay inside
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| And watch they partners get lit up
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| And then they ask why?
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| That’s cause you played wit' me
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| They could’nt of known im’a guerilla
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| Drama stayed with me
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| Ran in his home went to kill him
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| Took his head with me
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| You better get it right or keep it right
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| Or lose your whole town
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| Tell em' lights off
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| It’s about to go down
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| Tell 'em lights off
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| Mask on
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| Creep silent
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| Your life’s gone
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| We done left the block quiet
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| Tell 'em lights off
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| Mask on
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| Creep silent
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| Your life’s gone
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| We done left the block quiet
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| Massacre all these streets; |
| block it off
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| Lil Wayne is in yo hood
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| With something like a rocket dog
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| And I’m after ya
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| I don’t pass beef
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| I stop at all
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| That boy got a head on his shoulders
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| I knock it off
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| I’m highly intoxicated mixing krystelle and vodka
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| Somebody call the doctor
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| Cause my chopper done went blocka, knocka
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| Nigga out the way man
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| I’m sorry but us guerillas we can’t stay tamed, say it man
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| Are you ready, ready
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| Ready for warfare Wayne, Turk, Juve, and BGeezy they all there
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| We all flare, don’t care, dog they all tear
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| Give the guns to the one with the long hair
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| Dem block burner
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| It gets quiet they see the rims twenty four seventy
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| (Breathes)they breathe heavlily
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| Bullets they come steadily
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| You better stay off the block
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| Cause you might fall
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| You better stay off the block
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| Cause the lights off
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| Tell 'em lights off
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| Mask on
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| Creep silent
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| Your life’s gone
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| We done left the block quiet
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| Tell 'em lights off
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| Mask on
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| Creep silent
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| Your life’s gone
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| We done left the block quiet
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| Tell 'em lights off
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| Mask on
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| Creep silent
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| Your life’s gone
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| We done left the block quiet
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| Tell 'em lights off
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| Mask on
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| Creep silent
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| Your life’s gone
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| We done left the block quiet
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| Lights off
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| Tell em' lights off
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| La, la, la lights off
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| Nigga lights off
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| We done left the block quiet |