| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
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| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case
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| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
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| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case
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| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
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| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case
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| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
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| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case
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| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
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| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case
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| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
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| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case
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| You don’t really want no problem with a G like me
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| Born and raised in the city known as the sucka free
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| Take a trip to the Hunters Point and get yo' ass blast
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| This shit is gettin' drastic, light a blunt and pass it
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| I need that cash inside my hand 'cause I don’t play that shit
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| Grew up 'round my uncle Mac, told me, «Get it out a bitch»
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| Workin' 'til the break of dawn, gotta get my hustle on
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| Pimpin' bitches and countin' digits, the muscle movin' strong, ho
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| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
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| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case
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| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
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| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case
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| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
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| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case
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| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
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| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case
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| I’m in the El Co with tinted windows, blowin' that Indo
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| Bumpin' Nickatina, «Conversations With a Devil,» ho
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| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
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| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case
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| Greased up, G’d up, loced out, smokin' on that potent, mane
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| Two bricks, two licks, two flips, better rake 'em off this, mane
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| Who this punk bitch who think she can run up off the lips?
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| Raise the MAC off my hip and I’m out here dumpin' shit, ho
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| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
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| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case
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| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
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| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case
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| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
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| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case
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| Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
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| Put the pistol to your face, don’t let this be no murder case
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| You got caught, you caught slippin'
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| You got caught, you caught slippin'
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| You got caught, you caught slippin'
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| Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na
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| Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na |