| N. -is for that nigga, who keeps banging… banging
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| O. -is for outstanding everyday… everyday
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| R. -is for ridiculous crazy… so crazy
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| E. -is for extraordinary ways… everyway «rideout»
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| They want to be like you, smoke like you, live like you
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| But they can’t fuck with, thug like him, dro like him
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| If you forgot the name, and you been wondering it’s
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| They want to be like you, smoke like you, live like you
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| But they can’t fuck with, thug like him, dro like him
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| If you forgot the name, and you been wondering it’s
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| Ayo these chicks love me, and even though I got chubby
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| Mommy see me in the club want pop bubble
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| I’m like yo ma stop it, cause I’m a smirnoff rocket
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| I’m loving my life, and never out of pocket
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| I fuck dogstyle chick, I’m thugged out and rich
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| I drink henny that’s the same shit that i piss
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| And I don’t care about a ice wrist, I got a ice pick
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| Plus a ice chick, she suck ice dick
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| God favorite so the stay attracted
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| And you could fuck with the guard or get subtracted
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| I’ll have you hideout, like when thugged out slide out
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| These niggas listen like when swizz scream rideout
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| N.O.R, twenties on rims on ill car
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| You could ask Def Jam they inherited a star
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| You see I take flicks, and we hit the knick chicks
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| Bag twenties and sell them in the hood for Nick’s
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| It’s still bang bang, yeah mommy it’s still the samething
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| And you could feel on my jock, and see I’m all cock
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| And we could chill on your block, why not
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| Niggas love me anywhere, a hood I’m there
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| I told nigga last year, that I ain’t care
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| You acting like the little nigga break yo, still don’t care
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| Whoa so if you with it, I can hit it and go
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| And call you from the hood later, after hugging some doe
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| N.O I keep it all good, I smoke more wood
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| And as far as my chicks, I keep them all hood
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| One time jake chase me, I started to dip them
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| And when I ran by shortie, she started to trip’em
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| Damn shortie «what» we’ve been through a lot together
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| I even had you on the block slinging rocks together
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| It’s not a stress day, so I’m hit the expressway
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| Meet you at your crib in a hour, with a dress tray
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| I’m from Q.U. |
| double E.N.S
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| The first nigga selling crack with a black g. |
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| I like the lex, nigga so I copped the shit
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| And now it’s summer time now, so I dropped the shit
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| Whatever, you want beef, better get it together
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| Cause I can have niggas follow you and blast your leather
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| You see we thugged out, and got whips with dip dishes
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| Go head and keep fronting, you could sleep with the fishies
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| It go… |