| Little boys better slow y’all roll
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| Fuck around and get soldier exposed
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| Nigga it’s tragic, soon as I up my plastic
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| Out of my elastic, come in just start blasting
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| Magnolia assassin, yeah that’s me
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| Tuff Guy nationwide wouldn’t put it past me
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| Tried out rapping, nigga you will never out last me
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| Come back and try to dap me, but never out cast me
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| Still look classy, T.V.'s off in the dash
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| Diamond rings around my neck and wrist I still look flashy
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| Busting they ass, slow down he going too fast
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| In a D or Monte with no tints on the glass
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| Hoes reaction, where this nigga popped up from
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| Meca jeans, bout cream, Magnolia son
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| I told y’all boys, fucking with a rolla boy
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| Shake the dice three times, and roll y’all boys
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| We throw y’all boys, you shady, need to roll y’all boys
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| Do it, renew it, come back and entrepreneur it
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| When the gun blast niggas tend to run like fluid
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| Get with it nigga, uh
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| Killas, jackers and robbers, that’s all I know
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| So I could buck like fuck it meet the desperado
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| No role models, I sip hen out the bottle |
| Called a couple of rivals, so I tote a rifle
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| If it’s beef I dog it, fuck it, I did what I had to
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| Ain’t gone say that I was glad, but I damn sure wasn’t mad
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| Bloody a nigga’s shirt, put in a little work
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| Fussing is minimum, fake niggas I’m sending em
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| Caps get peeled is real when I ain’t got to tell you
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| Like don’t you say if you fake I smack you
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| Nigga I dare you, my pistol stay close in hand
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| Red beam on your chest you the chosen man
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| I be the last to stand, but the first to bust
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| Don’t have to worry bout the laws all they seen was dust
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| All black, camouflage hat to the back
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| In case they saw that, I’m reloading my gat
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| Hand it back to my homes smoking kissing my chrome
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| Tell them, thank you much for not missing your dome
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| When it’s on, it’s on and when it’s over, it’s over
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| I run with TRU desperados and uptown soldiers
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| Yeah, real shit, got to love that shit
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| Check it, new millennium
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| (talking with Erica Fox vocalizing)
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| Them Tuff Guys baby, and we busting loose
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| Believe that, staying over the field at all times |
| That new millennium shit, roll with it or get rolled over
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| Y’all niggas better watch out |