| If the hood want me to stay
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| Then mention my name, and don’t push it again
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| If I rock, what, Perb’ll stay
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| Don’t mention his name and don’t push it again
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| Listen, soon as they left me out the cuffs, I jumped in something tough
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| It was buck after buck, and fuck after fuck
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| In the process, lotta money got touched
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| Lotta money got tucked, and that’s just how it was
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| I don’t talk to them, man, they fuck with the fuzz
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| And them niggas over there, man they fucking with drugs
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| Heard, cuz ain’t fucking with cuz, cuz he fucking with Blood
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| How he ain’t fucking with Blood? |
| Those niggas is blood
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| And that’s a fucking disgust
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| Like, back in the days when we was fucking with dust
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| And I’m big headed now, like who fucking with us?
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| I’m scared, I don’t know who the fuck to trust
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| They got hate-itis, they even hate our kids
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| We call 'em, funny dap niggas, quiet niggas around loud niggas
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| But the livest muthafucka in the herb house
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| You be a church mouse in Perb house, ya’ll heard?
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| Yeah, I heard you Perb, niggas aren’t worth our time |
| Far Rock America
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| Ah, all your fools, either you and your crew leaders
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| Wanna ride with me? |
| Nah, nigga, this a two-seater
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| Like a his and her, prick, and I spit superb
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| Ya’ll put an animal behind bars like a zoo keeper
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| Better than half you guys, raccoon, I black his eyes
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| Nigga don’t act surprised, you sweeter than apple pie
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| Listen, you luke warm, I’m hotter than last July
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| Haze put me in a 'different world' like Jasmine Guy
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| I’m in Club Duvet, you party at Chippendales
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| I drinks Grey Goose, you sippin' on Zinfandel
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| You can’t stomach me, you should drink ginger ale
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| I got 'em all sick, yeah, my flow is off the Richter scale
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| I’m the bomb, people, I’m incognito
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| Shout the price, you be 'out of sight' like Don Cheadle
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| It’s too late, I’m already here like a toupee
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| Fuck cake, nigga, this is souffle
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| And you know me, man, I had to get out here and tuck my shit
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| K City, G.O.A., Kitty Click, '09, it’s our time
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| Far Rock America, what up? |