| I be the nigga representin' da south
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| Ba da de bow
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| We be luv
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| Slangin' dope
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| Sprayin' some
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| Hittin' licks
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| Fuckin' tricks
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| Speakin' of fuckin' tricks
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| Some of them suckin' dick
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| Even they stank is sick
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| You know who’s hittin' licks
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| Gettin' wet
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| Frontin' 'bout a MD ballas
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| Strappin' up then tryin' to be shot callas
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| Servin' the hustlas
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| Born for the block
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| They might hit low so they tell us to cop
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| A cut, cut, cut and a chop, chop, chop
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| Bitches hittin' switches like a cha, cha, cha
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| Run for shop
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| We can’t get robbed
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| Bitches gettin' high
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| So it’s head, booty cop
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| Hoes suckin' dicks like lollipops
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| If a nigga slick robber
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| Then a nigga gettin' dropped
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| Whereva ya from do ya do it like ya do it
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| Cuz where we from we gonna do it like we do it
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| In my «A»
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| Representin' weak in dis
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| Catch a booty while i’m kickin' this
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| My nigga hittin' fronta this shit
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| I know, thought ya know
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| When ya hear reality flow
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| Plus I know dough
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| Spendin' chrome for the gold
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| Skee-lo ya know
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| Hot house smoke jo’s
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| Grindin' ya know
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| I’ve neva seen frontin' my advice |
| Fuck niggas betta think twice
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| A bama wit a dew shit ain’t nuthin' nice
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| But 'cha niggas wanna do
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| I hunt yo ass like a gold sweaty liver headed jew
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| Gamblin' all my riches away
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| But that’s ok
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| I can go rob for that shit the next day
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| Robbin' for bricks and ki’s
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| Puttin' dealers on their knees
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| To survive ??? |
| what a nigga need
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| Now I be
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| Jet mail like a rubber venom
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| And playaz hataz
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| I’m still spittin' slugs in 'em
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| Makin' money like Lutchie
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| Hustlin' for coochie
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| Tryin' ta make a million dollars livin' all in ???
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| Spittin' bricks like a gymnist
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| Gettin' dope from buyer Prez Clinton
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| Can’t mop for the album
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| Shit we still got connections
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| If I go I still like to when i’m high
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| I thought I be stuck tryin' ta make fuckin' pigs fly
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| Get connected to my music like Tre to his basketball
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| Makin' sure ya rhyme in this industry
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| Another fall
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| If ya think this dream belongs to you
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| Never gone
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| Consider gone gamblin' wit this dude
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| So I started makin' lil' chump change
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| I still the same nigga ain’t a damn thing changed
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| Bridge (2x) |
| Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
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| Haha, Luc Duc fo' tha 99 to the 2009
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| Let’s ride, let’s ride
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| One to tha one to tha one check two
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| Hit 'em on tha mic
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| Nigga stir me like stew
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| Lil' Cross says fuck you and your crew
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| Eight six nigga like a stick in that dude
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| I’m tha same, balla balla
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| Bless your chain, balla balla
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| I don’t stop until I’m high
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| I’ma smoke until I die
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| Ride |