| Yo, I look scared? |
| Huh?
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| Teamsters, I look scared in here? |
| Huh?
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| When I go through the hood do I tuck my chain in? |
| Huh?
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| Do I be in the hood with bodyguards? |
| I thought not
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| Now look what y’all made me do
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| I was just good wit' my shiny suit
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| I wasn’t botherin' nobody
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| I was just throwin' my rollie in the sky
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| Now look what you made me do
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| Look what you made me do
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| Lood what you made me do
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| I ain’t even here to play wit' you
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| What, what, Wanna Blow, what
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| Yo, Mase hop out the blue Lex wit' about two tecs
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| Spit fourteen got about two left
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| If one vest is thin then rock two vest
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| Triple platinum and only in the U. S
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| I’m the Harlem-World-slash-All-Out-dot-com
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| My con, if you could buy Cris' then why buy Don
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| All you cats at rah-rah-Betty-dot-com
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| Wanna see a hundred grand then look at my arm
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| You think I wanna take this too far in a Rugar
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| Put a hollow bullet through y’all
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| Have cats at ya wake come out of New York
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| And ya body in the Salt Lake out in Utah
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| So you are feel good, leave the country
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| And then all you are, Spain, baggage claim and they yellin' bonsoir
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| You think I’m comfy, think Mase won’t go home free
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| Think I’m satisfied make 20 grand monthly
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| Wanna lump me, walk through clubs they bump me
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| Wanna tell all they bone chickens how they jump me
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| They can’t wait to see the paramedics come to pump me
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| While they OT, I’m O.C., I’m out the country
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| Uh, uh, uh
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| If you love me, I love you
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| The same way you trust me, I trust you
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| The same way you hug me nigga, I’ll hug you
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| The first time it’s fuck me nigga, it’s fuck you
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| Nigga, if you love me, I love you
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| The same way you trust me, I trust you
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| The same way you hug me nigga, I’ll hug you
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| The first time it’s fuck me nigga, it’s fuck you
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| Fuck you
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| Yo, being at the wrong place at the wrong time
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| Get some cowards killed and some get long time
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| I roll wit cats who would roll for me
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| Bust a gun for cats who will bust for me
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| Did some wrong, I did some right
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| I lived the life, sometime I think what will my kids look like
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| Rarely talk even wit a chick I like
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| I’m here 'till Thursday, don’t make me switch my flight
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| Don’t get your moms caught in the middle of the night
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| Don’t look good for your son but the kid could fight
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| And yo, you can’t prolong but for so long
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| When it’s God playin', no man could hold on
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| Nigga, I be real when the act be over
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| See you at the light and snatch your black rover
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| Cook my coke and crack without the shoulder
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| And don’t mind bustin' a gat without a motive
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| Repeat 1 while:
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| Double Up, Double Up
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| What, what, my Teamsters
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| What, what, my Teamsters
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| What, what, All Out
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| Uh, it don’t stop
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| Yeah, ya don’t stop, what
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| Uh, uh, uh
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| Yo, yo
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| You know alot of people talkin' 'bout doin' the kid
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| Never leave witnesses that knew what I did
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| You wanna harm me cat, bring five of your best
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| Put two in your ribs and five in your chest and five in the vest
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| Cat cosign and get the five that’s left
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| Want suicide nigga, I provide your death
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| No nigga’s in the street that die for less
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| So why confess? |
| We won’t leave alive
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| Unless you keep your feet up frontin' in the jeep
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| Cuz nigga’s who I’m wit spit nothin at your feet
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| Red dot head shot, fluorescent green beam
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| For them niggas who test my team
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| And when your joint jam, my joint’ll bust
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| I kidnap friends cuz the money is a must
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| And to be real wit' you I feel for you
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| Cuz two to the head is how I deal wit you
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| I ain’t playin'
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| Repeat 1 while:
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| I don’t even know you, nigga
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| I don’t even know you, nigga (What)
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| I don’t even know you, nigga
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| I don’t even know you, nigga (What)
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| I don’t even know you, nigga
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| I don’t even know you, nigga (What)
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| I don’t even know you, nigga
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| I don’t even know you, nigga
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| I don’t even know you, nigga
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| I don’t even know you, nigga
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| Big Shyne
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| Myse
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| Wanna Blow
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| H World
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| The Movement
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| The Teamsters
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| Uh, All Out
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| That’s what family means
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| Ain’t nobody else count
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| Nobody else count
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| Nobody else count
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| Nobody else count
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| Straight Fam'
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| You ain’t family, nigga?
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| I don’t even know you, nigga
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| What, what, what
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| Take it how you wanna take it
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| Take it how you wanna take it |