| Yessuh
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| Let me dig into your brain, folks fallin' like rain
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| Property got me sellin' thangs, guess I’m gon' explain
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| Jane is rolled up, no gangs be trowed up
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| But still Andre got action, they sweat like Keith, all on my teeth
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| I take it upon myself to handle mine, thinkin' that you
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| Gots ample to do this have you shot I thought you knew this
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| I’m crumblin', no time for fumblin' sellin' my sacks watchin' my back
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| Wettin' 'em up like splash, leavin' 'em in a splash
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| Of blood, the clock is tickin' niggaz from my block is missin'
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| I’m puttin' it down like it be hot before we all get shot
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| Got, only so much time in this bastard
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| Bitter be claimin' broke but I be sayin' they pro-cras-ti-natin'
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| Settlin' for less, bet' be ready
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| When they roll up in your nest and, sink one in your chest and
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| Youse gone, up outta here for good
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| Y’all be bobbin' back and forth to let me know you understood
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| Yeah, whassup
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| There’s only so much time left in this crazy world
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| I’m just crumblin' erb, I’m just crumblin' erb
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| Niggaz can’t let niggaz they don’t understand
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| (What's the master plan)
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| I’m just crumblin' erb, I’m just crumblin' erb
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| So check me out, see
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| Once in a while when niggaz be tryin' to test me I gets frisky
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| Grab a pint of golden whiskey then they swing but shit they missed me
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| Huh
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| I’m gettin' nice with them thangs, because I do like that
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| You heard me on the radio and yes my man I’m true to dat
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| I run my lyrics the way y’all wanna hear 'em
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| And shoot my dice like it’s the brick the way that wall done flicks 'em
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| Nigga, so ring around the roses diamonds around my neck from flexin'
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| But I’m runnin' niggaz over like a ninety-fo' lexus, test it
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| Ten millimeters count 'em nigga fuckin' high
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| See I added a millimeter for y’all niggaz doin' crimes and drivebys
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| Kiss yo' ass bye-bye, sayanora suckers
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| I flipped the script and turned the page
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| Ain’t scared of you motherfuckers
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| Be boppin' shots, like them hoes be poppin' cookies
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| And I still be spreadin' bullets like them freaks be spreadin' cooties
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| So look here niggaz, I’m huntin' red October
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| I said my shit and ran my lyrics and now my verse is over
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| There’s only so much time left in this crazy world
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| I’m just crumblin' erb, I’m just crumblin' erb
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| Niggaz can’t let niggaz they don’t understand
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| (What's the master plan)
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| I’m just crumblin' erb, I’m just crumblin' erb
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| Woo! |
| Big Boi
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| Got a type of nugget, blunt box, it’s empty
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| That’s where the erb be droppin', it’s simply marvelous time is tickin'
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| But some of that time when I be layin' vocals in the dungeon
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| Sugar bear and mon be smokin' ounces like it ain’t nuttin'
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| It ain’t shit, to take another hit so hit it
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| Of the canibus seteva weed reefer yeah smoke shit
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| It’s all day any til they label me deceased
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| So fire up another one and smoke out and fuck the world peace
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| We, is gonna smoke out, until we choke out
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| Like some merry men, cowards I be buryin'
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| Comin' around my shop with that see nigga you gets nothin'
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| Just like DJ do the cuttin' I be havin' your posse duckin' nothin' but
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| King shit, I am askin', sucka can you hand
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| That player with the pepper throwin' salt off in your game
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| Sprinkle sprinkle motherfucker don’t be cryin' on me
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| That stuff the sess be in my chest until I’m chillin' in peace, yeah
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| There’s only so much time left in this crazy world
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| I’m just crumblin' erb, I’m just crumblin' erb
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| Niggaz can’t let niggaz they don’t understand
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| (What's the master plan)
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| I’m just crumblin' erb, I’m just crumblin' erb
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| Ahh shit now
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| Comin' in like two fat hoes sittin' off on Corn Flakes
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| Droppin' these thangs like French fries in hot grease
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| Big Gipp, Goodie Mob, P.A., OutKast
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| The J-O-I, just to let y’all niggaz know
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| Forever pimpin' never slippin' that’s how it is
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| That how it’s gon' be, that’s how it was in the past
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| That’s how it’s gon' be in the futures nigga
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| It’s all day eryday, so whatchu wanna do with it?
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| Bring that shit on, know what I’m sayin? |
| Yeah
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| There’s only so much time left in this crazy world
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| I’m just crumblin' erb, I’m just crumblin' erb
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| Niggaz can’t let niggaz they don’t understand
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| (What's the master plan)
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| I’m just crumblin' erb, I’m just crumblin' erb
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| There’s only so much time left in this crazy world
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| I’m just crumblin' erb, I’m just crumblin' erb
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| Niggaz can’t let niggaz they don’t understand
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| (What's the master plan)
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| I’m just crumblin' erb, I’m just crumblin' erb
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| There’s only so much time left in this crazy world
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| I’m just crumblin' erb, I’m just crumblin' erb |