| One one two two, check it I can’t stay home
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| Gotta take walk down to block to the pay phone
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| «Do you run?» |
| No, like I said before I walk
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| Stick up kids hawk, but I don’t stop to talk
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| I keep my hand on my pocket on my razor
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| Get too close and I’mma have to graze ya
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| Late night and early morning scheming at dawn and
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| Looking to jack what I want
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| Back back back you better watch yours
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| I got yours
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| Cut you like I got claws
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| Stick em up because
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| It’s a roothless toothless
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| Waiting inna thick here
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| Looking for a vict, yeah
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| How about this chick here?
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| Who’s this standing at the corner?
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| I wonder if he’s on a
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| Mission to stick cuz he’s a goner
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| Paula Perry ain’t lackin, in fact I’m packin
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| Get back, and
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| Nigga who you jackin?
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| I’m come comin to get cha, with your bangles in your ears
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| With your Gucci link to match and I ain’t snatched a chain in years
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| When a pocket full kicka kicka granny inna back and
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| When I see you little doe, hey, I dont know how to act
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| Well… I’m not your neighborhood nice girl, I’m raw as coke
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| So schemin dreamin I’mma play ya like a bad joke
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| You’re trying to scare me, but I’m not the one
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| I’ll pistol-whip that ass, and I don’t even have a gun
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| I put my foot up to the ass
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| Of a bitch that think she got class fast
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| Give up the cash as you can not pass
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| Feedin readin, I dont mean the grass
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| Shit’s draastic so chick run the stach
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| Well, I’mma jiggaboo, with an attitude
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| Better to slice and dice and crush you like ice so don’t get rude
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| Make your moves so I can dat that bullshit
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| Quick nigga quick, before you lose your dick
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| This ain’t no movie so dont be actin
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| Stupid on a girl like me, nigga who you jackin?
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| Ya just skin an' bones so ya need to change the tones
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| In ya voice ya just another jack by the phones
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| My pockets need fixing cause the shits is mad broke
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| If I had my nine your ass would get smoked
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| But I’mma split you in half fuck it I ain’t butter
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| I’m Paula Perry leavin' body parts in a gutter
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| So who you jackin?
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| You baby check it
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| You’re lucky I dont leave you in the street butt naked
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| With your ass out froze the fuck up
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| I’ll be vickin
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| You’ll be what-in?
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| Jackin, thats another name for stickin
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| And tricking chick you like baby whats your name an gamin
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| I’ll snatch your whole shit and then I’m flamin
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| Right down to block, yeah, I’ll teach you holy mo
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| With a P knows the time, so yo ass had better go
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| You getting too close, really, what is this?
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| I think its about time your face was opened up for business |