| Man a Rasta, shata, him oh fire and nobody enter
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| Them troop shoot them run like them playa’s oprah
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| They know me kingdom, make em scream like em see em opera
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| They smoke em weed, love em green like em grasshopper
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| Man ah, drink a bottle of crystal, and baby Ana Baka
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| But dnt think man slip, hima dreadda… wat the picture wanta
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| Man a getin money, get tha bread to him bout stoppa
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| Youngmoney done done fly like em helicopter
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| U really wanna know wat goes in a nigga fofo
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| Bulletshot found on the street, I’m yellow dem voko
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| The president try and take him buy me, blow me bloco
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| Who? |
| Rastafarian… Juky gat them jump jump (ya ya ya)
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| Flying uptown and kill tha man wen dey for rumble
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| Man a murder kid, for they mother, aunty and uncle
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| Man keeping me eye, in the rope
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| We play ay to… if em playa ay to me, then we go up in the done blow
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| (SIZZLA:)
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| Itz Ana poppin
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| Don’t sulting nobody
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| No no no stoppin
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| Boy, ya’ll see me jumpin
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| No no no yackin
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| No no no yackin
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| Actin up with a jumpin yah, I’m da loafin 4 rockin
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| I’m da verse, up in mere factor words
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| Boy ya’ll little, make we shoot you off tha face of the earth
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| Concerned, oh to mah, look how things turn out
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| Gang firm out, na their house
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| Them place gon burn out
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| Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaang- star
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| Me no take no charge bout me ready 4 da run star
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| Oh really, don’t be leaky
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| Ain’t no pussies, but them bitches
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| Ain’t no movie, ain’t no comics
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| And no CNN, don’t be greedy
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| You dare not hear this song posted in a CD
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| No mess with a mercy, less you can’t steal it
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| But be pretty…
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| And they actin oh body
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| See the giving where
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| The only reason why them bogus living
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| Ain’t no way down, please stay down
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| Let them stay down, put them in a woodbox be laid down…
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| (LIL WAYNE:)
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| Pussy ass nigga don’t talk to me
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| I make this bitch bring your heart to me
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| I’m only 5 '8 and ya’ll short to me
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| And ya’ll movement look like a slim path to me
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| Your girlfriend opens up her pussy to me
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| And if she gimme brain, she smart to me
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| Pumpin ass niggas don’t bark at me
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| Itz da big dog, call me Mr. Orca please
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| Turn your block into a restaurant
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| Order and leave
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| What are u havin? |
| Organs please!
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| And we stay strapped like Jordan’s beat
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| And we in tha sermon like Bread Dithery
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| Ha… And I’m lockin with Marlon G
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| And we f**kin so much, we could hardly breath
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| This other niggas flow is hard to leave
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| And I’m concrete with this Carter 3
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| (SIZZLA:)
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| Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaaanng-star
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| Man a take no child from me, Stop lookin at me and stop
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| Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaaanng-star
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| Man a take no child from me, Stop lookin at me and stop
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| (T-STREETS:)
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| Yessir, T -street, bang bang back in tha building
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| They call me streets, so call me streets
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| If u call on reach, I’m on the streets
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| And I’m hungry like a dog on unleash
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| But I’m a tiger, and a dog is a feast
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| And I see through the fog in the trees
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| Because the nigga makes a logs and leaves
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| I walk through the jungle with a lion on my sleeve
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| I need a money donor, cause I’m dying to resist
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| I know mama gat her eyes on her seed
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| Therefore, I never stop, I just proceed
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| Their eyes make the peace hard to read
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| But it says, «why I’m not leave
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| (SIZZLA:)
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| And they actin oh body
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| See the giving where
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| The only reason why them bogus living
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| Ain’t no way down, please stay down
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| Let them stay down, put them in a woodbox be laid down…
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| (LIL WAYNE:)
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| We killin em softly
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| We killin em softly
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| And man em hustle like a dog, and have keep police them off me
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| Pistol in da trunk, and the baby in da car seat
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| Drive fast lane, with them eyeball glassy
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| And about the hour, him a heading to the money
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| Take your coughin baby, give the baby back to mommy
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| Peer gunshot, shoot him below to him tommy
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| Bat the man down, boy, I’m shit around party
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| Party up, party up, they put the panty up
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| Sure gat the AK up, him a shoot the building up
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| We kill them softly, we kill them softly
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| He make bad girl them for want me, want me in tha storm ay
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| My girl she need me, my girl she want me
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| Because me reppin youngmoney, me youngmoney… |