| I’m a snatch your heart out through your fucking chest
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| I represent this fucking tank time to bow to the best
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| Fuck the rest, nigga don’t ask my fucking rank
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| Will shoot your children in the grave and a pistol in your face now
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| Tell me, what the fuck you think about my bank?
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| We getting bad don’t touch these boys on my shoulder
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| How many times we told you, we came to get this bitch rowdy
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| Been 'bout it and the colonel only
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| Virginia to Denver ready to die with me, so put your guns up
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| I gives a fuck, so nigga respect when I represent
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| Let’s get it started
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| Let’s get it started
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| (Bitch I’m a soldier)
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| Started
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| (A soldier)
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| Let’s get this mothafucka started
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| (A mothafucking soldier)
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| Nigga, what you want, huh, nigga, where you at?
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| We here to get it started playa haters gone get parted at the wigs you dig
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| Mama X is the picture with it on her mind
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| Subliminal lyricals tell you she ain’t lying
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| My mouthpiece got MC’s shivering like a cocked nine
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| Get on the floor surrender before my vocals send you
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| To the promise land beg for your then call me mam |
| 'Cause the only way your shit will survive is if my verbal gun jam
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| And it won’t 'cause I don’t be playing 'bout my lyric skills
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| Hit you so hard, your ID pictures gone feel it
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| The realest gots to be that TRU bitch
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| From that No Limit click click
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| Fuck the rhyming, nigga, it’s time for gangsta shit
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| And I’m with it, dumb hoe beaters be pounding
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| My right left ass whippings, I give last to the year 2000
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| Quiet as kept, I step with soldiers starting it off
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| Think she ain’t, ma |