| Lost a few friends and some enemies
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| Got some in the pen and they full of ink
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| They gossiping again, I know how niggas think
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| When I’m hopping out the Benz
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| I might get a lil' 'noid when I’m driving by the boys
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| But everybody got a choice
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| Boy, you know you gotta have poise
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| I’m the boy and the pockets on 'roids
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| Bitch, I be ducking police out in public, discreet
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| You fucking with me, can’t be fucking for free
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| Don’t fuck up my sheets, bitch, it cover my feet
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| Bitch, don’t throw shade on me, ho, I’m something to see
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| And my teeth full of winter, my drink getting chiller
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| My heater nine milla, wood grip with no splinter
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| You think you that nigga, it get deep, it get realer
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| You sleep on gorillas, no cap we could peel ya
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| I was woopin' the coupe, finna recoup on the woop
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| When I looked in my rearview, Johnny was on the lose
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| Had stripes on me too, I’m thinkin' what I’ma do
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| Should I hop out and shoot or take them on a pursuit?
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| Ain’t no face, ain’t no case
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| No DA’s, wasted away, hold on
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| (You know you done fucked up right?)
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| Call my lawyer
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| (Look, all they wanna know is where the guns and where the drugs at man?)
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| I got nothin' for ya
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| (Come on, they call you «Juice», we know you know where the guns at)
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| Call my lawyer
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| (We know it’s one of the red rag wearin' motherfuckers)
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| I got nothin' for ya
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| (You got a lovely family back at home, man, just help us help you out, come on)
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| I ain’t got nothing for you flat-footed Johnnies
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| I can’t hop out running 'cause my pants was on tightly
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| Thought about bussin' cause this handheld excite me
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| And pigs kill clear as day, do that shit nightly
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| I’m irie, tripping on shit but a flight seat
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| Mind be all up in the mix like a nine-piece
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| Sirens, louder than the bitch right behind me
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| My crimey showed me how to fish like a Pisces
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| This might be the perfect time to use my fundamentals
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| I think I’m militant because my grandpa was a general
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| License, registration, still they treat me like a criminal
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| Want me step out, so I hop out, lock my keys up in the middle
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| Shit real, need a search warrant just to see how it feels
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| Calling my lawyer before I’m calling my girl
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| I ain’t got shit for your dog to come smell
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| I ain’t taking no L’s, I ain’t worried 'bout bail
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| Ain’t no face, ain’t no case
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| No DA’s, wasted away, hold on
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| (You're making it very difficult for us RJ, come on, stop fuckin' around)
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| Call my lawyer
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| (The fuck you mean, call your lawyer? We’re gonna call him in a minute,
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| let us know what the fuck you know)
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| I got nothin' for ya
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| (Stop fucking around man, we know you know where the fuckers at)
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| Call my lawyer
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| (You ain’t gon' give us nothin' huh, that’s how you wanna fuckin' play it?)
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| I got nothin' for ya
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| (Fuck it, lets drop his ass off at 118th and Avalon CT got somethin' for that
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| ass, hahahaha) |