| We gotta get back in the streets, quit draggin' your feet
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| I got the MAC in the back of the Jeep
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| Click clack, man, I’m grabbin' the heat
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| They be braggin', they deep
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| We attackin' while them maggots asleep
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| No ransom, kidnapping for keeps
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| They gon' be wrapped in them sheets
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| Feed the wolves so we stabbin' the sheep
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| Give me the bottle, don’t be passin' my drink
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| You see me draggin' my mink
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| AZ, man, I’m rather unique
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| I bob, weave, stick, and jab in your cheek
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| Just as fast as you blink
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| Glass jaws, I shatter you creeps
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| You ain’t say what’s up when we crossed paths in the street
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| I couldn’t give a rat’s ass if you speak
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| You a bird ass nigga, I’ll be glad if you reach
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| Word to mother, I’ll empty out the MAC in your beak
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| Ridin' 'round without your pistol got you trapped in your Jeep
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| But you knew that you wasn’t packin' when you sat in your seat
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| All that talk about you trappin' get you trapped in these streets
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| 'Cause you think that it can’t happen, I know that’s what you think
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| You don’t be speakin' with your actions, it’s a fact that you weak
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| You be commitin' malpractice, you don’t practice, you preach
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| Mash the gas on 'em
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| Mash the gas on 'em
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| Mash the gas on 'em
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| Mash the gas on 'em
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| Mash the gas on 'em
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| Mash the gas on 'em
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| Mash the gas on 'em
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| Mash the gas on 'em |