| Ridin' with the pistol
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| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
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| Smoked out, Loced
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| Smoked, smoked out, Loced out
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| Ridin' with the pistol
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| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
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| Walk up, walk up to your house
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| Knock on your door
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| And blow your ass off
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| Ridin' with the pistol
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| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
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| Smoked out, Loced
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| Smoked, smoked out, Loced out
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| Ridin' with the pistol
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| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
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| Walk up, walk up to your house
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| Knock on your door
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| And blow your ass off
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| Ridin' with the pistols, 'medics
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| Ride with you, hit you
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| On the side, look in my eyes
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| They know I reside from the gristle
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| When we collide, black tints when I slide
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| The power is pride follow me as I guide
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| You to the arising of the horizon
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| That I just pry from the grips of the dead
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| Sellin' their head so we do this instead
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| Redeemin' the blood that our ancestors bled
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| To release the seeds from the greed fiends
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| To be free niggas follow me slow niggas gotta act to be seen
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| Hit the dro & stay low key
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| C.S.I. |
| nigga speaking don’t known me
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| I don’t sleep so we recognize real G’s
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| And bring peace, play dumb if you come to it
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| You decease, be all black like a nun
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| Deep in the South play them 8 balls for fun
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| Leavin' the drought cause we all on the run
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| In the heat of the sun
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| Lerkin' the scene so beware of the gun
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| Niggas hate so they can shun you
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| The one who but don’t give a fuck bout you want do
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| A nigga at your girl head like Repunzel
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| She gon' choose then she get a bedroom bruise
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| Anyways never trust a bitch & don’t snitch
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| Unless you’re lookin' for some AIDS & one ditch
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| Keep it G to the T cause niggas low key
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| Creep up sneak up peak on all ya secrets
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| Gossip like some B.I.T.C.H
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| Hate, hate, hate
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| When another nigga see paper with you
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| If you diss, you in, I be
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| Ridin' with the pistol
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| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
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| Smoked out, Loced
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| Smoked, smoked out, Loced out
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| Ridin' with the pistol
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| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
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| Walk up, walk up to your house
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| Knock on your door
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| And blow your ass off
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| Ridin' with the pistol
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| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
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| Smoked out, Loced
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| Smoked, smoked out, Loced out
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| Ridin' with the pistol
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| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
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| Walk up, walk up to your house
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| Knock on your door
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| And blow your ass off
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| I’m comin' up to the nigga house
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| But he actin' scared he don’t wanna come out
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| I’mma have to go ahead & drag his ass out
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| Talkin' that shit well that’s what I’m about
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| I found his old girl made her loosen that mouth
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| All over the dick and she lookin' real stout
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| I try to be cool but nigga that’s out
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| Fuck the bullshit ho, I’m comin' from the South
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| Ain’t nothing trill 'bout shit in your mouth
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| Faggot ass boy & your crew hella sap
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| All your shit wack need to quit
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| B. R-to-the-K finna take the trash out
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| Ho ass niggas never seen a damn trap
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| Niggas need to watch, what the fuck they rap about
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| Nigga that’s easy, please step back
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| And bitch if you mad you can have a bitch-slap
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| What the fuck you mean we the truth like facts
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| And if you got a problem come & handle that
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| I’m really, really good with shit like that
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| I hurt you real quick then call ya chick back
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| I’m really so sad you’re a hoes ass trick
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| And that I’m in your house with the mothafuckin' grip
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| But bitch you better give it up some kinda quick
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| Or I’mma have to spread ya blood all over this shit
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| I can’t give a damn & that’s how a nigga livin'
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| Money bad dreams to the goddamn ceiling
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| I gotta to gettin' in what’s the goddamn dilly?
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| Niggas fuckin' hoes all damn willy nilly
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| But I gotta get my muthafuckin' pennies
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| Strapped & checked if a nigga start trippin'
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| Fuck the bullshit including these women
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| I gotta do me for a damn livin'
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| Ridin' with the pistol
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| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
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| Smoked out, Loced
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| Smoked, smoked out, Loced out
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| Ridin' with the pistol
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| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
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| Walk up, walk up to your house
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| Knock on your door
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| And blow your ass off
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| Ridin' with the pistol
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| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
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| Smoked out, Loced
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| Smoked, smoked out, Loced out
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| Ridin' with the pistol
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| Ridin', ridin with the pistol grip
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| Walk up, walk up to your house
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| Knock on your door
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| And blow your ass off |