| Hood know we gon' slide
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| Give me one reason, hmm
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| You know I keep it
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| Cop a murder, then I beat it
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| I said don’t turn me up
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| Please don’t turn me up, hey
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| Gon' make me slide on you (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| Slide (Slide), slide (Slide), slide (Slide), slide (Slide)
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| Slide (Slide), slide (Slide)
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| Slide (Slide), slide (Slide), slide (Slide), slide (Slide)
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| Slide (Slide), slide (Slide)
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| I ain’t gotta slide on him, I slid
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| Bitch ass nigga know what I did
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| I mean his gang know what I did
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| How the fuck I’m gon' kill a nigga again?
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| Aim for the chest, for the neck, and the chin
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| Headshots really be the best, I’ma win
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| Fake ass bulletproof vest, he a kid
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| He really bullshittin', what I’ma do with niggas?
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| Argue with a nigga on the 'net?
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| 'Cause in real life, Skuba Steve, Sada Baby beat him blue, nigga
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| Matter fact, if I hit a fan
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| Bet my last band that his lame ass gon' try sue a nigga
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| Purpin' ass nigga for the 'Gram
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| Man, that shit sad, be the main reason I be tryna shoot, nigga
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| Niggas probably never understand, 'til I pull up on they mans
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| And my hollow tips get to going through a nigga
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| I get the brain with an opp nigga slut
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| Bitch suck dick, guarantee she eat the nut
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| Ten times out of ten, I ain’t eat the butt
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| Ten more times out of ten, she ain’t get a buck
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| Nigga ever put his hands on me, out of luck
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| Put the 40 on his ass, give a fuck if he duck, hmm
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| Matter fact, nigga, knuck if you buck
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| If it’s up, then it’s stuck, but you knew that, lil' nigga
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| You stay cappin', why you do that, lil' nigga?
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| Tito Jackson, you ain’t exclusive, lil' nigga
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| Skuba Mike Jackson, I’ll moonboot a nigga
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| Mmh, bitch, I’m high, I mean I’ll moonwalk
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| Wipe my face with the bandana, bool off
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| Big Ape, Big Squad, that’s what the crew called
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| Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, that’s a crew call
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| We’ll put that cutter to his head, that’s a crew cut
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| All y’all niggas got straps, don’t shoot nothin'
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| All my niggas got straps, they’ll move somethin'
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| I’ll get to swingin' on a nigga, leanin' on a nigga
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| Put it on God, I’ll do something
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| My granny told me pray to God get the juice up
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| Every time I calm down, I get juiced up
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| 'Cause my old bitch see me on some new stuff
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| Cuff my new bitch, no, I don’t give two fucks, hmm
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| I get to fucking this pape' up, huh
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| Chop get to fucking his face up, huh
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| She say she ain’t never had nan', ho
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| She like me so much, she’ll play drum, huh
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| Niggas so scared they’ll play dumb, yeah
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| I got moves like You Got Served
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| I up this tool like, «You got nerve»
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| I’ll leave a nigga top half sittin' on the curb
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| Hmm
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| Hmm-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh
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| It’s time to slide on him
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| It’s time to slide, slide
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| It’s time to, huh, huh
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| Baby, ooh, it’s time to slide on him
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| Duh |