| I set up in Balt’more
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| Selling the (sniff) off-shore
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| Niggas is all soft
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| My AK is so long
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| I expose y’all
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| Flood is not the quiet storm
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| I’s with Sean Price
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| Whipping the Acura on you all
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| Rappers get all the fun
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| But street niggas got all the guns
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| Three and a half for each one, I’m not hummastuntin'
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| I just play humble frontin'
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| Funny like the Naked Gun
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| So when the cops come, they don’t even ask me nothin'
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| Rappers be space buggin'
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| Never have to face nothin'
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| So when they say somethin', I be like I don’t even hear son
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| Somebody air son, them niggas like I’m back son
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| You better appear for 'em
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| Flood up, a bad one
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| I started in Brownsville where the (gunshot) sounds ill
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| Whole lot of clowns killed, never like the circus
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| Started with raw yay', Flocko from Broadway
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| Got a hotel room, 60 dollars for short stay
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| Trying to come up, niggas is dumb fucks
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| Rocking a ninja suit, taking your nunchucks
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| Soon as the gun buck, niggas like «run Ruck!»
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| Slapped with an anvil, give him a advil
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| Fuck it, it’s mad real
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| P! |
| …Motherfucker |