| Oh! |
| Oh! |
| Hahahahahahaha — AIY, AIY!
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| Firing Squad nigga!
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| One time, one time
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| Geah, nigga — nigga!
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| Rock roller, rock roller
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| Tim in the building, in the building
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| Now look, you niggas that want to be crooks
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| You shook, I’m fired out of BK nigga
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| When I got ahold of some trap, I took it way back
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| Let 'em claim as I lean in my Cadillac
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| If you see me walkin sideways, it might be an issue
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| I might be a little tight, and I might have my pistol
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| The same niggas you see goin up, you’ll see 'em comin down
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| You’ll be left in the streets, fuckin 'round like
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| «ANTE UP!» |
| Don’t get it fucked up or twisted
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| Cause you’ll be, fucked up, and twisted
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| And shipped to ballistics, in the form of a puzzle
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| As a result of them coppertops, stoppin up your muscles
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| These niggas wanna lead to chumps, but you ride by in your truck
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| With niggas throwin up, you lookin like like WHO DA FUCK?
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| And how you gon' handle, not bein able to come through
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| Your killers and the vandals can’t stand you
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| Cause you untrue your own crew, doubt you
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| You wonder what it’s about
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| When it hits you in your mouth, and all the bits jump out you
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| Firing Squad, we raise hell
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| And will prevail
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| So what you do now, act like a bitch nigga?
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| Get the fuck outta here!
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| Oh you wanna kick off a cliff nigga?
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| Get the fuck outta here!
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| These niggas is out to slaughter ya, murder yo' ass
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| And you ain’t gon' do SHIT nigga
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| Get the fuck outta here!
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| Where the fuck are your morals homey?
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| Get the fuck outta here!
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| Where the fuck is your balls at?
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| We was raised by G’s
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| Think I’mma let you disregard that?
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| Get the fuck outta here!
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| It’ll be a cold day in hell bitch
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| Get the fuck outta here!
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| Fuck you, in the hemlock position, Duke my name ain’t Richie Rich
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| Be a nigga deal witcha shit and stop actin Bitchy Bitch
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| You know the reason that the game gone bad
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| It’s cause you forgot who gave you the car
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| Quick to help you build your, truly yours
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| Fame! |
| Look, Fam in my name
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| Mark, Laze and Jamal got a jam in my name
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| I defy for the true aces
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| But you gon' have me done stab you in both of your face
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| You two-faced bitch!
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| Keep talkin bout me bad
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| You gon' need a plastic surgeon to redecorate your face up
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| With pieces of yo' ass!
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| I’ll blast knuckle your face, bust your snot box
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| So either we can pop shots, that’s how OG’z do it on my block
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| Cause violence, is the universal language
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| NAH nigga, you done picked the wrong nigga to bang with
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| Glock pop, we’ll murder ya, B’Ville nigga
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| You dialed the dirtiest (we bang) we give 'em the whole thang! |