| What wh-wh-what what what, nigga
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| Yo. |
| c’mon with it nigga
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| This for my nigga right here, strictly for my niggas
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| What, turn it up, turn the. |
| turn the level up
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| All we wanna do is make money
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| That’s all that we wanna do
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| Long as y’all niggas don’t fuck with us
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| Then my crew don’t fuck with you (feel me, nigga bounce)
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| All we wanna do is make money
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| That’s all that we wanna do
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| Y’all niggas, if you think about fuckin with us
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| Then my crew gon' fuck with you
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| Yo, yo, yo. |
| how many niggas wanna be
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| On the receivin end of a bullet; |
| thugs, keepin it real
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| Stay heated with steel, I can see dude that you killed
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| And watch me flee to Brazil
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| You don’t wanna make nothin of this
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| Naw, I ain’t nothin to this, ain’t nothin to spit
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| Fuckin with me gets you nothin but hit
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| Openin up clutchin the fifth, somethin just niggas must admit
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| 5'9″ nigga with game, knowin all enemy names
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| Sendin ten at the same shots through ten in your Range
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| Into your brain, hearing at the end of your reign
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| Uhh, ain’t shit sweet
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| All y’all niggas gon' know when I finish
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| That I can get when I put my mind to it
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| And all y’all niggas gon' know when I finish
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| That I can get when I put my nine to it
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| I’m here to get the goods in mass amounts
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| Give it back to the hood, pass it out
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| Get a brand new house, cash it out
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| Got a problem with it nigga? |
| We can blast it out
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| You hate this, runnin through holes like shoelaces
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| Here to make a statement
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| Even if it means puttin you under the pavement
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| Drop while I’m foamin at the mouth for dough, money I taste it
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| Everybody gotta have a heart as core
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| And it seems that it’s always yours
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| But it never drip-drops in a storm
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| When it rains it’ll always pour (what?)
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| Y’all niggas know the deally wit me
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| All y’all niggas sound silly to me
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| And I gotta believe, if you ain’t feelin me
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| That you gotta be harder to please to feel it to me
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| Feel this, nigga bounce
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| — 2X w/ ad libs
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| What, what? |
| We tryna take over the world
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| Any nigga with ears that can hear or comprehend
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| Ain’t one nigga livin I’m scared of
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| All my niggas’ll be jumpin in
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| And for any nigga thinkin that he out of his shit
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| Snatched out of his whip
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| Fed to the dogs, get an ultimatum or pick
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| As to what he wanna get hit by — the rott or the pitt
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| Up in the 'burbs, chillin with nothin but birds
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| We cash checks on the third
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| And when I say that I’m out for the green
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| You know a nigga mean every aspect of the word
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| (Yeah) Walk the street
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| It’s a nigga that stalk you, chatterin your teeth
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| Runnin your mouth until I pull out with the heat
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| Tellin you that talk is cheap
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| And it’ll cost you true King of the king
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| Nigga with more beef than a war chief you can’t defeat nor beat
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| Smile at the sight of a thug, then I go right for the blood
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| This nigga thought he was cold so I hit him with more heat
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| (Blaow!) Niggas don’t even deserve to breathe
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| How the fuck is you servin me?
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| I’m the nigga with the pump ready to dump all nine shots
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| Until your body turn burgundy — want war nigga?
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| You don’t wanna fuck with this, what’s all of this
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| You might as well un-ball your fist
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| You think the real niggas fight with fists?
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| Let me be the first to tell you that it’s all a myth
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| I ain’t playin with y’all niggas, it ain’t a game
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| Real niggas recognize the real
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| So when I aim, I aim to hit
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| And I came to spit shit you feel
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| Feel this (feel me)
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| — 2X w/ ad libs
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| What wh-wh-what what what, nigga
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| What, nigga, what, nigga
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| What wh-wh-what what what, nigga! |