| Throw my hood up in the air: Juicy
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| Got pills, got drink,
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| I’ma hug this block till I cain’t
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| This is how it sound if pure crack had a soundtrack
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| Hustla, Hustla, jack tracks while the dubs slap
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| Listen how my, listen how my, look at how my bass slap
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| Hate that asap
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| Lay flat when they cain’t clap
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| You could see your face in my bling
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| Twenty four inch no cut no scrape
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| Getting pap' till I fade
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| I love to hear that bass,
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| They want to see the mob
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| Funky fresh in the place
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| Do it crunker on them chains
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| Take a swig of that priv, it’s goin down
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| Yo girlfriend at the crib, she goin down
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| Hop in the seven-oh and go around
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| In the circle sideways up the block clownin
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| Bitch niggaz we doubting cuz we don’t give a fuck
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| You put your faith in s***s man you ain’t seen enough
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| You put your face in s***s man you ain’t real as us
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| I came up on block with fades in the cut
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| Where you wanna go, (huh?)
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| What you wanna do? |
| (huh?)
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| We can talk it out,
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| Or nigga we can shoot.
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| You think it’s cute,
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| It get ugly as a sharkbite
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| All that slick shit, bitch you better talk right
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| I hug the block nigga all day and all night
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| My weed is all purple, my crack is all white
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| Some niggas poppin pills, some niggas takin tonys,
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| Some niggas really real, some niggas really phony,
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| I’m on your helmet homie,
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| Melt it like it’s grilled cheese,
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| Police on the high speed
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| Real niggas never freeze
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| Cop keys goin roca for roca
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| Go to war back and forth,
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| Losing soldier for soldier
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| So every real nigga need protection,
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| A playa raw, like the grocery store meat section (meat section)
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| Want me to lighten up?
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| Or tempt these brighten chucks?
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| Go through Taliban style
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| And you getting tightened up Look nigga, I’m always here
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| You talk under yo breath but I always hear
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| Take yo air with the five zero life ain’t fair
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| Lil cuz in the pen doin life up there
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| He need money on his books, I send yo wife up there
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| Locked down in the house, doin life out, yeah
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| Nigga, we ain’t never scared, we ain’t never cared
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| We eat your food with full stomachs,
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| We ain’t never shared
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| For my niggas in the club (ay)
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| Bout to ride out (ay)
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| We don’t give a fuck,
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| We’ll stomp yo car out
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| If a ripper want to stunt,
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| And willin’a wild out,
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| We don’t give a fuck,
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| We’ll stomp you car out
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| For my niggas in the club (ay)
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| Bout to ride out (ay)
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| We don’t give a fuck,
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| We’ll stomp yo car out
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| If a ripper want to stunt,
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| And willin’a wild out,
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| We don’t give a fuck,
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| We’ll stomp you car out |