| You bad?
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| Keep kicking that soldier shit I’ll unload a clip
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| Put a fucking hole in your DU-RAG
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| You don’t wanna fight me, hype me up motherfucker and got touched
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| Motherfucker that’s too bad
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| You wanted to play thug, took the trey-8 slug
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| And now you using a doo-doo bag
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| Family first and that’s til the day I’m under the earth, bitch look
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| Yo, I be guzzling the henny and listening to Many Men
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| Smoking some bud that got me red like an Indian
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| When 50 say Many Men, wish death 'pon him
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| Feel him cause I know kids that wish they did me in
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| But they couldn’t get me though
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| And now they see me, and Al creep slow
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| For a G in the video
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| And niggas hating our guts, cause they know
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| To the face where they girls probably taking our nuts
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| My name Saigon nigga, I get any chick that I got my eye on nigga
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| Stronger than corn liquor
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| Nah I’m not a battle rapper
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| You talk shit I’ma take this razor and run the shit across your adams apple
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| I stand 5'7 and a quarter, but boy when I reach for that thing
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| I’m taller than Yao Ming
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| Peedi Crakk’s mac goes «ring» my mac goes «BLAT»
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| I hit you in your hat take that
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| This gun — And you can get popped with that
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| So bitch run — When I cock it back
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| Cause you know if I cock the gat, I’m a put a few holes in your stocking cap
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| Spit liver, not the kid you want to bother
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| Your mom’s child destiny, well I’ll be her survivor
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| I was a robber, before I heard of Big Poppa
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| The dirty nigga in school with tools in his locker
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| Can’t forget the Vodka, dime bag of shocker
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| Couple of sharp things that’ll send you to see the doctor
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| Who am I — S to the A to the I and
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| When they say I bust that iron, they ain’t lyin
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| Niggas who know me, know
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| Go ask them, say «Sai his gun blow» they say «Oh, for sure»
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| I can tell you mad shit that I did
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| And some shit that I got away with
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| But my lawyers advice me not to say shit
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| To keep shit basic, niggas play sick we can all get ill
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| I’m jacking my man Jay shit
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| If I’m a thug or not I ain’t got to rhyme bout
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| C’mon come fuuck with a nigga and find out
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| This gun — And you can get popped with that
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| So bitch run — When I cock it back
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| Cause you know if I cock the gat, I’m a put a few holes in your stocking cap |