| This is for my thugs
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| Quick to throw slugs
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| Never was, push and shove
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| Gang bangin' drug dealers
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| Hoo-bangin' mug (niggaz)
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| Penitentiary love (niggaz)
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| I was raised Q-S'ing, shootin' through your vest and
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| Quick to redrum and hit water when I’m stressing
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| Was set, and if I don’t, they know who done it
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| Cuz out of bound (niggaz), they get killed on the 400
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| Killa ki’s off blood, no debatin' or contemplatin'
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| I got a stock 64 that’s waitin' on these Dayton’s
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| So trip if ya wanna, catch ya slippin', you’se a goner
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| And respect the street signs next time you’re bankin' corners
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| Do what I say once, don’t make me say it twice
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| Just give me what I want and everything’ll be alright
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| I’m gettin' it while the gettin' is good
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| And if you was in my shoes, I know that you would
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| I got expensive habits, I’m buyin' bud by the pound
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| Since dub S-C D, everybody wanna be down
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| We hoo-bangin' on the white and the blue collars
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| We rollin' Benz-o's and Lex-o's by the dollars
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| Woo woo, blue flag tied on my face
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| In a twin turbo Porche with a glock in my waste
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| Woo woo, if it’s a problem we gon' squeeze 'til empty
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| We used to flip it on T, but now we flip it on
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| Woo woo, ain’t no (nigga) harder than me
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| Hit the yard harder than me, got the yay harder than me
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| Woo woo, thug (niggaz) rule the earth
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| We on The Source in Dickies throwin' up the turf
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| I know how to do things one way, and that’s illegal
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| Pullin' two and murders out a primed gray Regal
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| I was taught to get in and out, do what I do fast
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| Sigh, call up that (bitch) dog, and hit rub on they ass
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| Next week I’m in Vegas like Dan Tanna, and I
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| Wipe my finger prints off with my bandana
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| Make sure it’s all clean, then fled the scene
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| I keep it cold blooded, mean
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| And do it all for the green
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| system, mine’s control
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| Pockets on swole and I’m fresh off parole
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| It ain’t no limit to my mashin'
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| I got weed, caviar, and money in my stash
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| And laughin', blastin' wit my foot on the gas
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| And movin' fast and it’s all about the cash
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| And havin' cheddar, with that 23rd letter
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| Nobody do it better, you know better, you do better (nigga)
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| Get around in the penitentiary
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| Born in, drinkin' Hennessy (cousin)
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| But he no kin to me (cousin)
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| But he friend to me
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| Down since elementary, with (niggaz) with tattoos
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| Kidnapped moves and jack moves, crack rules
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| In the urban area, servin' crackers with ready rock
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| Bassheads plague in every spot cuz it’s very hot
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| In the ghetto, we’re wetter, we’re rockin' Karate like Mister Miaki
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| Afford Gionni Versace, and wide bodies with the V’s on 'em
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| Chromes with G’s on 'em, she’s on the left cuz he’s on 'em
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| Some say that I’m loc’d and I’m wild
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| Because I made my bread with coke and a smile
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| I ain’t loc’d in a while
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| I’m hittin' corners in heels and caronas
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| Squeezin' lime inside of Carona’s with Ramona from Arizona
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| And I’m smokin' on a, paid in the worst way
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| Real (niggaz) spill a little liquor to the dirt man |