| Yeah, one two one two
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| My name is LongShot, I got my man on the beat
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| This is _Civil War, Pt. |
| 2_ the mixtape
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| Bang bang wit’cha, boy
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| Go, go, go, go, go, go, go ill
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| Check it out
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| I did 10 days at County, which way you figure I’ll go
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| I won’t let 'em lock me down, I got a career to blow
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| Plannin discipline in my life to keep me alive
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| Most of my closest folks don’t believe I’ma rise
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| Fine, I don’t fuck with the dice or the stick
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| But gamble these lines with these guys, all that ramblin shit
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| And I ain’t talkin 'bout they travellin; |
| I’m talkin 'bout
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| Rappers that wanna be me when I see 'em at rap shows babblin
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| Always talkin 'bout battlin, fuck that
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| I’d rather stab you in the abdomen and take your puff sack
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| But that, would just be me bein violent again
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| That’s why I roll solo for dolo, I’m liable to flip
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| Pull from my nickel bag and liquor flask
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| Now I’m gettin drunk with a blunt filled with skunk, nigga pass it
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| I ain’t tryin to have no kids I’m 25, livin broke
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| So I gotta roll the seeds up when I smoke, chokin |
| First (nigga stand up) second (get yo' hands up)
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| Third put your motherfuckin body in motion
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| And just bang wit’cha wit’cha wit’cha
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| Bang wit’cha wit’cha wit’cha
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| Bang wit’cha wit’cha wit’cha
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| Bang wit’cha… boy |