| Yeah it’s mothafuckin Lil One
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| Back in here
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| With my dawg Shadow
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| Representin Beyond Entertainment
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| In the house
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| Makin all these phat ass tracks
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| For the bitches
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| For the hoes
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| And the nickel bags
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| Peep it out
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| Hey dawg tell em what time it is
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| Homie
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| To all my people in them Lo-Lo Chevolets
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| Hittin corners rollin on them chrome daytonas
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| Flags on the back representin to the fullest
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| High lids poppin girls are jockin
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| After cruisin we can do this
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| Mobbin to the grill and parly all night
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| To the next day drinkin Allezay or Presidente
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| Swiggin Thinkin Slowly Blinkin
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| Starin at the bottle that we’ve been drinkin
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| Sinkin like a ship but still I ain’t gon quit
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| And if you wanna bring the drama
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| You better be packin an extra clip
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| Don’t slip cause if you fall
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| You won’t get up at all
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| I rode with those fools
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| That’ll make your lives forever stall
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| The darkest of them all
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| Packin clothes like county jail
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| Droppin bars like up in prison
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| When you’re posted up in that cell
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| Shadow’s bringin hits
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| Makin hoochies move their hips
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| Triple 6 — 1 — Triple 9
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| Buildin clout and stackin chips
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| Pow
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| We can make you dance
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| If you want us to
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| We can take yo bitch
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| If you want that to
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| I got a back full of latex
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| Gotta have the safe sex
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| Never mind a nickel bag
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| Fiendin for my pay check
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| Let’s begin
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| Words up in the wind
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| It’s Lil One and Shad
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| Comin through I fin to brag
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| Brag about the sickness
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| Bitches wanna hit this
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| We the Mistahs
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| Dressin like a drifter
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| Roamin earlier in the mornin
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| Bonin, vision gettin foggy
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| Fuck her like a doggy
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| Treat like a mut
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| She’s a nickel bag slut
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| And back to the crib
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| Knownin what she did
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| The bitch already swallowed
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| And gobbled up my kids
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| Never did I trust her
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| Didn’t even lust her
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| Just wanted to bust one
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| Give myself a quicky
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| The bitch was actin bitches
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| I knowin that she’s flithy
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| Then back to the club
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| Gotta get my groove on
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| Bitches on my nuts
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| So time for me to move on
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| Ain’t no tellin what we might do next
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| We on a misson
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| We headin to towards the border
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| Smokin a blunt in a expedtion
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| Lynchin any body tryin to act rowdy
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| In the land of the sick
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| Ain’t no with’s or but’s about it
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| Down a revolution, full of prostitution
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| I thought I’d get a women
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| But that shit was an illusion
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| Cruisin with my dawgs
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| Brakin laws like it was legal
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| Now we’re gettin pulled over
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| So I reach into my pocket
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| To get a C-Note
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| Like Gelo I got my nigga Irey hallusinatin
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| We got to hurry to club
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| I got them bitches waitin
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| I got the club
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| Gettin love from everybody
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| Cause everybody knows
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| About the Shadow after parties
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| Barcardi Allezay Henniasee and Don P
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| All these fools want to kick
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| Just to say they know me
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| Agony or ecstacy
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| It’s either him or me
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| It’s a daily routine
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| For me and the Little O-N-E |