| Yeah, look here man
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| Every time the ball drop on New Years Eve
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| We toast to more money, we smoke to more cheese
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| Burn this one for beating my case
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| Then pop me another bottle and keep celebrating
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| When I’m always waiting for niggas to front
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| So I keep me a banger, catch a stunt if you want
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| Be like Super Dave, you fucked up
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| Flat out on the concrete they peeled you up like the cartoons
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| But this ain’t fake, nah this is gon' hurt
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| And you gon' feel pain
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| I’m the results of slavery and poverty
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| You had the drugs and guns to equal to P
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| Watch how every time the drama pop off I’m on top
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| The niggas try that with' me and get shot
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| Ayo my donuts, dunn I got dumb out money
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| Wild paper, you niggas better run now from me
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| New Yitty, my hand’s never gritty
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| I’ll send the young boy to destroy every living
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| Think outside, do inside the place
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| I’ll just do it my self, can never be too safe out here in
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| New Yitty, my hand’s never gritty
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| I’ll send the young boy to destroy every living
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| Think outside, do inside the place
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| I’ll just do it my self, can never be too safe out here in
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| Yeah, yeah, every time I’m around my G
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| You know P drop that fire, ah I drop heat
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| Too hot to handle; |
| too cold to hold
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| This two-hundred thousand on my wrist bone
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| This is.22 long right by the hipbone
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| And I got the bullets with the x’s and o’s
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| On the tips I’ll shoot you in the lips
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| Speaking on my name just so you could get a spin
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| (KILLA!) Couple spins, this nigga is wack
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| You’s a ugly dipshit, the black Craig Mack
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| I’m a handsome shooter, I’ll simple clutch the ruger
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| And blow your bummer clout rot face to Bermuda
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| I’m a mobster, with' the two B’s front to O
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| You pull my foul, all you gon' see is gold
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| And platinum music, homey go make a hit
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| With 15 minutes of fame consider it a gift
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| New Yitty, my hand’s never gritty
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| I’ll send the young boy to destroy every living
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| Think outside, do inside the place
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| I’ll just do it my self, can never be too safe out here in
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| New Yitty, my hand’s never gritty
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| I’ll send the young boy to destroy every living
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| Think outside, do inside the place
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| I’ll just do it my self, can never be too safe out here in |