| I’mma black hawk soldier
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| Known for slangin bolders
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| Quick to bring back
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| Everything off a sack
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| Keep they heads ringing
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| And real niggas know tha banging
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| Cause keys and p’s is what I use to make my g’s
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| Dog hoochie bitches to tha point of no return
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| And when I look back
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| Ask them hoes who tha mack
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| Toss tha cock up
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| Quick to crook and rook and shake that block up
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| Just one more lick and I’m finished with this shit
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| Lace game heavy wanna be busy with this dope
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| From the throat
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| This shit they usually love is tha quotes
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| But not to be quoted
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| Underblown or ovafloated
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| But a nigga be so damn devoted
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| To hurt em' with this real shit
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| (4x's)
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| To hurt em' with this real shit
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| Real shit
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| All day I get tha drama
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| Nigga fuck ya momma
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| My infrared is protection for tha head
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| So fuck tha senate
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| Cause like bennet
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| I ain’t in it
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| And when I twist
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| You keep them bitches out my mix
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| I do my thang only for tha thugs and hoes
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| Hairweaves, frenchbraids and phat ass fro’s
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| So eat yo greens nigga and yo black eyed peas
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| Cause you know you can’t fuck with these
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| Bump to yo knees with some
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| Real shit man
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| Peep tha wing span
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| From residential to presidential
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| Off instrumentals
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| My intentions be to hurt
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| Desert and take turfs
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| Rook em seize fo tongues
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| Leavin they whole crew sprung
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| Open and cop a plea
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| But tha Rich can’t bite
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| Cause tha fever’s runnin high tonight
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| (Until song ends)
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| I come to hurt em with this real shit |