| Got out the mall, yo
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| This weak cat rockin a fade
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| In my face askin could he see the grenade
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| I woulda let him see it
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| The way he came across, yo, I said 'Nah, beat it'
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| Steph told me buck him
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| When I reacted Will said 'Chill, fuck him'
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| Yo, it’s a small world, you know that we’ll see him again
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| He said 'Fuck you!'
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| I said, What? |
| Repeat it again'
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| Chill son, you’re weeded again
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| Slow down, god, you’re speedin' again
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| Face lookin' like you’re fiendin' for Henn
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| Who that wit you? |
| Hide the gat; |
| nigga, come in
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| You got a pistol? |
| It must mean you slingin' again
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| Ayo, fuck it, yo, I bucked him, son
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| 'Cause he was on some stupid shit
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| Thinking he the real thing when he was just a duplicate
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| Saying that he hate our clique, hate our shit
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| Hate The Firm album and the CNN clique
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| He said he hate you and wish you ain’t have a six
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| He had coliseum jewelry, no tito tricks
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| That’s what he supposed to get
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| Nigga play you close he get hit
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| Laying in dirt, something you say, you get hurt
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| Fuck around though, probably with some old school shit
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| How bad you hit him up, god?
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| Yo, he ghost and shit?
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| Yo, it’s a body in the trunk, son
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| So what’s it gon' be?
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| A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came for me
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| Yo, it’s a body in the trunk son
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| So what’s it gon' be?
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| A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came for me
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| I had the Queens hoodie on with the blood on my sleeve
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| Gave that nigga one offer he could take or he leave
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| But it’s a body in the trunk, son, it’s getting scary
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| What if police pull us over and smell that corpse?
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| Yo, extend it, go in the trunk, light an incense
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| Spray the Lysol all over the car
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| I know you wasn’t there then but you’re here now, pa
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| Yo, it happened like an hour or two
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| I showered wit boo
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| Wasted a little time, didn’t want to disturb you
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| For some reason, yo, I couldn’t sleep, slept with my heat
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| Yo, you think you on some movie shit, son?
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| I think you’re losing it
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| Pop the trunk, who’s the kid?
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| You really had to buck him?
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| You couldn’t just snuff him?
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| Yo, he had to lose his wig?
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| Fuck you bring him here for?
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| What you think I could do?
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| Somebody could’ve followed you
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| Fuck it nigga, I’ll ride wit you
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| Some real niggas gonna do what we gotta do
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| Slide in this whip and we out
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| Empty the clip in his mouth, fuck it
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| That’s how we move in this game
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| Ruling this game
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| Niggas stayin' true to this game
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| Yo, it’s a body in the trunk, son
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| So what’s it gon' be?
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| A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came for me
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| Yo, it’s a body in the trunk son
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| So what’s it gon' be?
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| A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came for me
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| Yo son, I shot him in the parking lot, right in the mall
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| If I would have left the body, the police woulda crawled
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| Yo, I did that, chopped the body up, fuck the chit chat
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| Kick back
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| I just lit up, so here, hit that
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| Pull over somewhere, god, where I could piss at
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| Pop the trunk, son, let a nigga see who it is
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| Not now, son, maintain, let’s stick to the biz
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| Yo, you hidin' it, let a nigga know what he ridin' wit
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| A’ight son, calm down, calm down, chill
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| (Let me see the nigga)
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| I’ma let you see the nigga, man
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| (Turn him around)
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| Turn him over, turn him over, ya know what I’m sayin'
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| (Oh yeah, yeah, I know that man)
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| Word? |
| (I know that man, yeah)
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| Nigga name known, just came home, thought he cut his shit
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| Still waves on, nigga kept it on some rugged shit
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| Yo son, the way you’re talking make it sound like y’all cool
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| Like you and this nigga used to go to school
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| Back in 204, son, tell me it’s not…
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| Yo pop, chill, the way he had it sold on the rock
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| He was on top
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| Locked from the bottom to top
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| Now this nigga just layin' in our trunk straight popped
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| We need a spot where we can dump him without no noise
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| My niggas ain’t tryin' to alert no boys
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| This ain’t no game, god
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| Dump his body in the train yard
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| Under the seven line, we couldn’t have picked a better time
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| The way he actin', actin' like he deading mine
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| It’s a body in the trunk, son
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| So what’s it gon' be?
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| A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came for me
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| Yo, it’s a body in the trunk, son
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| So what’s it gon' be?
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| A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came for me |