| Hot summer nights cold still we lurking
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| Squad up, send a nigga home if he nervous
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| We ain’t shooting just to get a name cause we murder
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| No witness they ain’t see what happen but they heard 'em
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| We serve 'em, do they boys proper with them big choppers
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| Tell the law to call the coroners, forget the doctors
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| Cause that nigga dead, hit his body hit his dead
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| Left him there put his soul up in the air
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| Ya, shit I can make you soldiers disappear
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| At the point of a finger, my man will point the banger
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| And take you pussy niggas out like fast food
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| Bad moves, I’ll have him drop the shells like they cashews
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| Cash rules everything that’s near me
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| So if you owe me money, you better bring it hurry, ya hear me?
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| A lot niggas they be scary
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| But I be in the hood super dirty like I’m Harry
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| Catch me I be fresher than I’ve been
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| Hater, no I’ve never been
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| You catch me in the squad I’m riding by you with that metal and
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| I be on the south side but north death forever him
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| From where they get that work and run that cheddar in
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| You better than, who not me
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| Mel Love and Young P
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| Be for real that Nigga 'Lil he a fucking young G
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| And I’m a boss you can tell Ricky Ross to come see
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| In Philly, where the murder rate get higher than a tree
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| That sour that D purp, piff ooh wee
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| Have a nigga on lean like promethazine
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| I’m a pro with the wings like pay less pay that
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| My niggas drop work and bring it way back, weigh that
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| Throw it in the hood, the fiends say it’s good
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| And the dope boys they go crazy and come straight back
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| Like cornrows, you niggas on hoes
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| Fuck a brick, I’m trying to get it by the boat load
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| Getting money I wouldn’t really say that
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| My niggas trying to turn a 62 into a Maybach
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| Drop pot and weigh that
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| Chop rock and slang that
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| Middle of the hood the narcs lurking where you stay at
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| My man told me never do dirt where you lay at
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| The fiends fiending got the work so fuck it I’mma take that
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| I ain’t going to let it walk by me, I’mma chase that
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| There’s money to be made got to make that, real |