| Go get your rachet my homie, we not havin that
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| Get 'em in the club when that shit jam packed
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| Keep thinkin its a game get your man tooks
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| I’m never under pressure, never seen Hav' shook
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| Blood money album drop, hell broke loose
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| All the drama ain’t no tellin who I’m gonna shoot
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| Check my motherfuckin resume, catch Hav where
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| The motherfuckin chedder be, slide through with your own risk
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| Chain gat on the train with your low bitch
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| Tears drop cause death is a tear jerker
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| Whether shot or strapped up to a steel gurder
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| Its foul how they took out tookie
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| All this foul shit I did they should have took me, smokie
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| Smoke it mmmmm thats a slow toke
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| Liquer for the homies, gonna small toast
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| I’m holdin, cock back nigga move slow
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| The moment, sqeeze the trigga of the fo fo
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| You notice, niggas snitchin for the po po
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| I’m frozen, neck, wrist, fingers no joke
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| I smoke that nigga like a purple stick
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| Smoke a bitch pussy till she walk with a limp
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| Elemental P, heavy metal things when my 2007 guns is
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| Plastic for you crackheads, the new crack is Mobb Deep
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| Put the pipe down pick up the CD, in a hood near you
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| We got all the things, they sell they couch, and they TV’s
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| Just so they can get a few tokes of the dope
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| New shit from Hav and shit P wrote, yo they passin new laws
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| So they can bann us, cause our shit is so strong niggas jaws be stuck
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| Twisted, twisted and they throwin up, they nausious
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| Because it the porshes we clutch, its a love hate thing
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| We got wut these fiends dunn, they hate when we gone
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| And love when we re-up
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| Smoke it, smoke it, smoke, smoke it (*repeat to fade out*) |