| Longway, Longway
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| Guillotine, what it do, nigga?
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| Fuck nigga shit
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| In Tune, what it do, nigga?
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| Longway Longway, bitch
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| Lookin' to the left and my left wrist flooded
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| Lookin' to the right and your whole clique dirty
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| Tryna start a fight and my whole clique thuggin'
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| Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang
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| Whole clique gangbang, throwin' up the same thing
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| Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang
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| Hundred-fifty for a chain, youngin thirsty for a stain
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| Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang
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| Dark black Cartiers like I’m Johnny Cage (Longway Johnny Cage)
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| Thuggin' in the mosh-pit, all we do is rage
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| Chopper got some dumb kick, spray 'em like some Raid
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| Pocket look like phonebook, blue, yellow page
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| Diamonds look like lasers when I’m jumpin' on the stage (HD)
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| I was super faded when I interviewed with Fader (Hella geeked)
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| Got some lightning babies, all they need is jumper cables
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| Trap nominated, I was sellin' bales of sage (Trap, trap)
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| Lookin' to my right, I see a clique full of fugazi (Fufu ass niggas)
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| Rock pasta, I sell a brick in Palm Angels
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| Top shotta, Wayne Wayne
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| Know some thirsty niggas, they go gremlin for your chain
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| When we bite, bitch, we put venom in your vein
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| I got homies in the chain gang, say sinnin' ain’t a thing
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| Once you spin it one time, better spin it once again
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| Got the Glock-45 with the fifty on the end
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| In the '63 coupe with the stick inside the Benz
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| That’s a hundred more shots, call forensic in this bitch
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| When it’s fresh up out the doc, them bricks like dentals in this bitch
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| I been known my face good, I use credentials on the shit
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| I’m a trapper turned rapper and I used to hit licks
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| When I’m goin' for the sack, I’ma use the hit stick
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| When I’m thuggin' with the MAC, I trick-or-treat like Bushwick
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| I make slaps just like I’m Fabo, wake up on that bullshit
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| Longway, bitch
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| Lookin' to the left and my left wrist flooded
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| Lookin' to the right and your whole clique dirty
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| Tryna start a fight and my whole clique thuggin'
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| Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang
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| Whole clique gangbang, throwin' up the same thing
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| Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang
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| Hundred-fifty for a chain, youngin thirsty for a stain
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| Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang
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| All I do is gangbang, bloods 'round me
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| Nigga play with slime, leave him bloody in the street
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| I don’t do that talkin' when it come to the beef
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| You know I’m from the East Side, I’m so PDE
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| I pull up on them niggas, catch 'em on the front street
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| Catch your ass while you eatin', then I shoot through your teeth
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| I ain’t with that talkin', need to hush your mouth
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| Have them gangsters pull up, shoot your mama house up
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| Y’all niggas talkin', y’all be doin' a lot of that
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| Doin' a lot of that, I know y’all niggas really rats
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| Pull up in the 'Cat, you know a cat gon' eat a rat (Yeah)
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| All that snitchin' shit, you know we puttin' an end to that (You know that)
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| That tough shit, you know we get rid of that
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| You were real gangster like a minute ago
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| Pulled up on you, you ain’t gangster no more
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| Now you wanna be friendly, but we shootin' at your door, huh
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| Anyway, that the end of that
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| Pull up where them niggas at, they don’t want none of that
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| All that kickback shit, we shootin' up all of that
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| They must ain’t told you, man, you beefin' with a grown man
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| I don’t play, dawg, shit get real
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| Call of Duty guns when I’m in the field
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| And I paid niggas, pull up just to kill
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| Hah, ayy, I got money nigga (I got it)
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| Lookin' to the left and my left wrist flooded
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| Lookin' to the right and your whole clique dirty
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| Tryna start a fight and my whole clique thuggin'
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| Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang
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| Whole clique gangbang, throwin' up the same thing
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| Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang
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| Hundred-fifty for a chain, youngin thirsty for a stain
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| Shoot 'em up, bang bang, shoot 'em, bang |