| I’m super hyph-el
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| Chop it up with the rifle
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| Locked on the block with dime cells
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| Busting these niggas that might tell
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| Nigga my shells hit your mind cell
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| Cutthoat nigga make a strap go blap
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| And then it fade to black
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| Nigga that’s just how we act
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| I’m super sav’d out
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| Turftop nigga, yoking a glass house
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| Fuck with me, you’re ass out
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| Don’t call 'til he pass out and smash out
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| Bitch my niggas be quick to curt and skurt all in the name of dough
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| Now what you in it fo? |
| I’ll have you know
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| Saw boss, with the skrizzle with the saw
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| 'Til it’s reemy, rock reezy, four five beezy’s tan it off
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| They say I’m off the hook, it’s looking
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| Cook a nigga 'cause I’m crooked
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| If I spot it then I took it
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| If I rock it then I juk it
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| Man, it’s the green feind
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| That’s what we all about
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| Nigga been in it for some figures
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| Snatchin' bitches turn 'em out
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| I’m on the roller, burn 'em out
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| Is we soldiers? |
| Ain’t no doubt
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| We move the cola, blow the doja
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| See we all thugged out |