| It go — 1 — 2 — 3, to the 4
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| That nigga P double got that shit fo' sho'
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| 5 — 6 — 7 to the 8
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| You niggas make me laugh, «Straight To the Bank»
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| You niggas got problems with me? |
| — Can't wait
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| Till we’re in the same room — in the same place?
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| You just dropped the brick, get outta my face
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| Your album sound like shit, fucking disgrace
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| To the whole black race! |
| (ugggh!) — Rap race!
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| Stop wasting budgets; |
| buy your self a place
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| My song will embarrass you, you’re in the wrong game
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| I’ll make you look stupid — sound real lame
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| Compare to this 16 bars of pain
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| When I write I get tight — I’ll be ready to bang
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| 'Cause in real life out in the world it get worst
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| I’ll brace car, buy guns, and bang for your shirt
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| There’s gon' be some shit when I see
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| Goodfella nigga but I’m 'fenna get evil
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| Up, put 'em when his pants was down
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| Look! |
| — Now I got 'em running on camera now!
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| There’s gon' be some shit at this party
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| E’rybody leaving except — for one body
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| Got his self killed over — that Bacardi
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| We handle the shit then it’s back to the party
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| Ayo, dunn! |
| Take the blunt while I fuck this nigga up
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| Keep burning our flag and he fronting like he tough
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| Niggas come on home from jail like they s’posed to have me
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| Under some type of pressure — go fuck your mother
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| You really wanna step to me? |
| — Get online
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| And go around the block, who next to get live?
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| On P-TV, better not have step
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| 'Cause everybody watching they all gon' witness
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| My — power and strength, they see it’s not a toy
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| You’re trying to pet a Lion, I’m a enjoy
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| Me an arm for dinner! |
| — May God forbid I
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| Get a whole of the rest of you I’ll be a sinner
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| And thou shall not kill! |
| — Unless they trying to kill me an'
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| Then I shall finger pop the Uzi
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| Now the bitch’s all wet
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| Bitch ass nigga! |
| — I'll make 'em fall back!
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| When I hit 'em in his titties — catch 'em in the city
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| Doing real dirty 'cause his face real pretty
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| Niggas bleed more when they’re drunk off the Henny
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| You fucked up my shirt. |
| — Mad DNA! |
| (ughhh!)
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| There’s gon' be some shit when I see
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| Goodfella nigga but I’m 'fenna get evil
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| Up, put 'em when his pants was down
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| Look! |
| — Now I got 'em running on camera now!
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| There’s gon' be some shit at this party
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| E’rybody leaving except — for one body
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| Got his self killed over — that Bacardi
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| We handle the shit then it’s back to the party
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| Son, I heard niggas beefin'!
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| That only tease me with two words for niggas: «Bring it»!
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| They gon' see my Magnum! |
| — I hope they don’t think it’s the wagon
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| Niggas cold hearted, so I’m throwin': «He right at 'em!»
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| Niggas no problems! |
| — Ain't mad for every nigga, I’m connected!
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| We heavy killas; |
| so respect it!
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| My haters as believe in you breath list
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| Diareah kid, when I straight shit! |
| I’m West shit, so Kid
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| Call the rehab! |
| — My gun’s smokin', that’s an other story
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| Who wanna fuck with Cory?
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| Nigga you know my shit is poison like a cobra
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| Your is over! |
| — Cause I’m a sniper, clothes up! |
| — Biatch!
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| There’s gon' be some shit when I see
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| Goodfella nigga but I’m 'fenna get evil
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| Up, put 'em when his pants was down
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| Look! |
| — Now I got 'em running on camera now!
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| There’s gon' be some shit at this party
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| E’rybody leaving except — for one body
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| Got his self killed over — that Bacardi
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| We handle the shit then it’s back to the party |