| It’s that easy
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| Had to run it up on these broke niggas
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| 50 bands worth of dope, nigga
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| It’s that easy
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| Came in facing seven digits, coffin, and jails
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| Still can’t tell what the difference is
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| You just eat what you kill
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| I got no feeling to feel
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| My mind is filled up with filth
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| I slap a pimp on the
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| And stuff a mouth full a pills
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| My thoughts dirty as fuck
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| I’m talking murder and blood
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| Just be careful don’t get none on the drugs
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| Talking taking it there
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| Not making it fair
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| Knocking pictures off the wall
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| On this side of town
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| The way we riding around
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| With some shit that’s loaded that I know you not about
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| Check em at the door, no weapons, just the dope
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| Flinchin' and I’m clinchin', nigga, til the trigger choke
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| I done trapped it out in them tranches, homie
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| We could squabble up back in '05
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| Try now and niggas gonna die
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| What’s the point of playing both sides, huh?
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| Nigga, what’s the point of playing both sides
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| What’s the point of doing drive-bys
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| Its a pound town when we slide by
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| Used to call a nigga IZOD
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| standing like 5'5″
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| Goddamn that’s a big bitch
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| 100 shells in that parking lot
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| I be on that lil' Meek shit
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| My boy like Shyne and them
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| Free pimp, on my momma and 'em
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| Call home just to
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| We for real
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| All mine if you
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| Everybody got to feel the fam
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| Learn to stand on your own two
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| Promise I never need a hand
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| Momma say she never need a man
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| I just sent her a hundred bands
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| Still respected by the dope fiends
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| Used to plug them all, so they love a nigga
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| Line me up for that play, homie
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| Money hungry let’s run it nigga
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| Circle small, I don’t fuck with niggas
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| 1K above a hundred, nigga
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| Pullin' up to the neck with it
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| Really in the hood, I be thuggin' wit 'em
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| Everybody got to walk back to the whip, right?
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| Everybody do. |
| It’s that easy
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| Everybody got to come back to the crib, right?
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| Everybody do. |
| It’s that easy |