| We got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
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| Whole lotta Crip shit, Shotta Fam shit
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| Shotta Fam or scram, no cap
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| Shotta Fam or scram
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| Shotta Fam or scram
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| Shotta Fam or scram
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| Shotta shit, no politics
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| We shoot like Stojaković
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| I kill a nigga, rob him quick
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| I kill a nigga, rob him quick
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| Ayy
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| Used to ride on the bus, now I want me a Hellcat
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| We whippin' up dope and you know we gon' sell that
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| I put down the Glock and I want me a Kel-Tec
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| Put the weed in a bag, you know we gon' seal that
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| I gamble on life, I call it casinos
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| I’m killin' these niggas, they callin' me chemo
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| I’m deep in the water, they callin' me Nemo
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| And I’m throwin' up C’s, I do it for Gino
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| Put me in a cell, you know I’m a problem
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| Put me in the dirt, you know I’ma blossom
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| My niggas, they killin', you know I can’t stop 'em
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| The plug was frontin' so you know I robbed him
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| I keep me a chopper, but you know I Glocked him
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| I’m lookin' for opps like I was a shopper
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| Put him in the shit bag like he was a toddler
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| Put tape on his mouth so he won’t holler
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| I’m cruisin' down the block with some shottas, they be ready to step
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| Oppositions callin' the police, but it’s never gon' help
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| Catch a body, don’t you tell nobody, keep that shit to yourself
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| I promote the violence, I be slidin' 'til it ain’t no one left
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| Feds want me on lock today
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| So I’m runnin' from the cops today
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| I pull up, then park the Wraith
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| You should’ve saw my ex face
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| Bitch niggas, they tired of me
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| I know my mama proud of me
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| And if a fuck nigga get wrong then it’s gon' be a robbery
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| I keep a chopstick but I’m not Chinese
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| Shot a nigga in his knuckles, he thought I was fighting
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| And put a bullet in his mouth, have him bullet biting
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| And I’m a fool with this tool, so you know I’m frightening
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| They say Lil' Choppa on the loose so a nigga better catch me
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| Bitch, I spotted me an opp, so you know I’m body-catching
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| He thought a nigga wasn’t gonna shoot, that’s what you expecting
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| Beam on his head through the scope, it was deadly
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| I’m cruisin' down the block with some shottas, they be ready to step
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| Oppositions callin' the police, but it’s never gon' help
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| Catch a body, don’t you tell nobody, keep that shit to yourself
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| I promote the violence, I be slidin' 'til it ain’t no one left
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| Feds want me on lock today
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| So I’m runnin' from the cops today
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| I pull up, then park the Wraith
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| You should’ve saw my ex face
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| Bitch niggas, they tired of me
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| I know my mama proud of me
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| And if a fuck nigga get wrong then it’s gon' be a robbery
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| It’s gon' be a robbery, yeah
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| I know my mama proud of me, yeah, yeah
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| I keep a chop, chopper on me, this chopper on me, I’ma kill 'em |