| Earthquake Quay up on the beat, Earthquake Quay up on the motherfuckin' beat,
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| yeah, yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Hundred-some shots, I shoot up the spot
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| They don’t know if I did it or not
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| They don’t know if he’ll make it or not
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| Whippin' the brick 'til I break out the pot
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| Post up with the Drac' while I’m thuggin' with Josh
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| Got a beam on my gun, he duckin' the dot
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| And blood on my side, he wipe 'em like snot
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| Don’t you cry when I die, you better go slide
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| Go berserk in this bitch, off a Perc' in this bitch
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| Put my dick in her hand, make her jerk that shit
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| Put syrup on my dick, I don’t fuck with the shit
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| Goddamn, I damn near smacked that bitch
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| It’s a high charge on the brick, 'cause I’ma smack it
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| Slap it, I ain’t got a big homie, I don’t even listen to my daddy
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| Remember them days I was ratchet
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| Now when you look at my wrist, it’s a Patek
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| Get in the Demon, you know I’ma smash it
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| Give us a brick and you know we gon' wrap it
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| These special drugs, you know that we packin'
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| Take care of the pack like it was a nanny
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| Few months ago, I got head at the Grammys
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| That shit was too boring, I’m whorin' and askin'
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| Shoot him and his door, I’m DoorDash-in'
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| He dropped to the floor, but the gun keep clappin'
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| Why the fuck would I stop? |
| 'Cause I wanna overkill
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| My homie said that’s a dumb idea
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| So I put him on the shit bag, call him diarrhea
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| Don’t call me slime, slatt, I am a Crip
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| Hundred-some shots, I shoot up the spot
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| They don’t know if I did it or not
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| They don’t know if he’ll make it or not
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| Whippin' the brick 'til I break out the pot
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| Post up with the Drac' while I’m thuggin' with Josh
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| Got a beam on my gun, he duckin' the dot
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| And blood on my side, he wipe 'em like snot
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| Don’t you cry when I die, you better go slide
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| Go berserk in this bitch, off a Perc' in this bitch
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| Put my dick in her hand, make her jerk that shit
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| Put syrup on my dick, I don’t fuck with the shit
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| Goddamn, I damn near smacked that bitch
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| I was missin' at first, but a shooter gonna grow
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| Bitch fucked my bro, but a ho gon' be a ho
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| My trap stay jumpin' 'cause my deals on the low
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| Junkie bought him a zip, but he really want coke
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| If the opps in the party, I’m leavin' the party
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| Get in my car, then shoot up the party
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| Fill up the clip, .223's in my carbine
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| Couple shots at the hip, have him runnin' retarded
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| I’m ahead of my time, I’m advanced with murder
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| Don’t bring his name up 'cause I murked him
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| All of my niggas, they slidin' for purpose
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| Doin' the violence, you dyin' and hurtin'
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| Hundred-some shots, I shoot up the spot
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| They don’t know if I did it or not
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| They don’t know if he’ll make it or not
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| Whippin' the brick 'til I break out the pot
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| Post up with the Drac' while I’m thuggin' with Josh
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| Got a beam on my gun, he duckin' the dot
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| And blood on my side, he wipe 'em like snot
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| Don’t you cry when I die, you better go slide
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| Go berserk in this bitch, off a Perc' in this bitch
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| Put my dick in her hand, make her jerk that shit
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| Put syrup on my dick, I don’t fuck with the shit
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| Goddamn, I damn near smacked that bitch |