| Yeah, gangsta
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| What, that gangsta
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| Yeah, that gangsta
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| Lunatics, E. I
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| I was forced to live in a crazy life
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| Y’all niggas don’t understand what a day be like
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| Got a son, no, my Pop’s didn’t raise me right
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| When Hennedy don’t pay me right, no baby wipes
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| Grip the 3−80 tight Mercedes-like
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| On a shady night, y’all niggas is ladylike
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| Roll with niggas that’ll watch your arm
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| Run in your crib pop your mom
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| Like 'bitch where the stocks and bonds?'
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| In the studio a thug wanna lock your calm
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| Tell a nigga I’m like flex I drop the bomb
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| You come to war with a switchblade, get laid
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| Nigga I’ma spit the gauge at your rib cage
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| We thugged out, y’all niggas is bitch made
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| You pick Jay they North white the shit grade
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| Your customers mad ready to let the clips spray
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| Out of a week I stay in a lab for 6 days
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| I brought my Right Guard in case my shot ain’t handy
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| Speed stickin' me and mine
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| If I turn it up a degree, the secret’s still kept
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| Never let 'em see you sweat
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| I brought my Right Guard in case my shot ain’t handy
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| Speed stickin' me and mine
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| If I turn it up a degree, the secret’s still kept
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| Never let 'em see you sweat
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| I’m second to none nigga, yo this is lead in my gun
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| Pull this trigger shit off the window through the head of your son
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| I’ve been runnin' like 20 miles, I ain’t sweatin' for fun
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| Yo it’s hard to be a team when the second is one
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| 'Cause I follow very, wanna wife like Halle Berry
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| Yeah I ain’t tryna be locked up under consolitary
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| How you gon' stop a nigga unstoppable?
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| How you gon' pop a nigga that pop for you?
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| Hushed out in the drop top, aqua blue
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| Get the bitch screamin', «please, please, not my boo»
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| My revolver shook like I deal with smart crook
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| You know the name, switch up the game like Garth Brooks
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| Like ten cars from Tahoe’s to Windstars
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| I been hard through hell better sing God
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| Diminish, I’m a bulldog, breathing British
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| You ain’t psycho 'cause you’re nice, it is all about your image
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| I brought my Right Guard in case my shot ain’t handy
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| Speed stickin' me and mine
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| If I turn it up a degree, the secret’s still kept
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| Never let 'em see you sweat
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| I brought my Right Guard in case my shot ain’t handy
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| Speed stickin' me and mine
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| If I turn it up a degree, the secret’s still kept
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| Never let 'em see you sweat
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| What, sitting on the bricks of the river front in Cutlasses
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| Check the ashtray that hold the blunts, we hustling
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| I do the push ups and the sit ups nigga, get muscular
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| Just in case you let your lips slip up, I’m bustin' ya
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| Never let em see you sweat, yeah, that’s my motto
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| Catch 'em in the club get wrecked with the bottle
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| The silence all behind his neck, the others follow
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| Show them you ain’t bullshittin' and you ain’t hollow
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| I saw you talkin' to that chick up over there
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| I heard you ask her why she is on my dick, yeah, yeah
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| I heard it all before you dig, next thing you tellin' me Nelly
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| I put that on my fuckin' kid, what you think this is?
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| I’m the reason they invented the whole navigational system
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| So niggas can’t find them trucks and they women when I’m with 'em
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| Like I catch 'em in linen and then I flip 'em and run up in 'em
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| Send her back to him and go to his house and blow him with her
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| I brought my Right Guard in case my shot ain’t handy
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| Speed stickin' me and mine
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| If I turn it up a degree, the secret’s still kept
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| Never let 'em see you sweat
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| I brought my Right Guard in case my shot ain’t handy
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| Speed stickin' me and mine
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| If I turn it up a degree, the secret’s still kept
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| Never let 'em see you sweat
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| Never let 'em see you sweat
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| Never let 'em see you sweat
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| Never let 'em
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| Never let 'em
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| To play this shit out nigga
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| How nigga |