| One gun, one clip, one shot, one slug
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| All it takes for this nigga to disfigure your mug
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| Not five, not four, not three, not two, just, yeah
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| All I need is «One Mic» like Nas, one knife like John, Rambo
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| Y’all niggas can’t handle the God
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| Sean Price will dismantle your squad
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| You was a group, now it’s
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| Yeah break up, make up, break up again
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| Bottom line y’all the fakest of friends
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| You just mad that you, taking the bus and he taking the Benz
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| He like, P
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| Listen, blam blam blam from the cannon
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| I shoot your group up, now who’s the last man standing?
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| The last man rapping is me, Capital P nigga
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| One yourself, gun yourself
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| Choke from a rope nigga where you hung yourself
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| Got a call from your bitch, she like «Son need help!»
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| I’m like one, click
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| One is knowledge, knowledge the foundation
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| Of who’s really real and who’s fakin'
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| The move makin' you makin' makin' your shoes shake and you’re fake nigga
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| So
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| Listen, Sean Price the name
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| You kinda nice but we not the same, so I copped the Range
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| Then I copped the chain, now the cops in range
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| , yeah
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| One box of baking soda one package of coke
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| One Pyrex pot, nigga that’s all she wrote
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| One episode of The Wire, what you know about dope
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| Nigga, yeah
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| One life to live, one wife one kid
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| One gun pop and son drops, slice your wig
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| Up at One Police Plaza they done locked the kid
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| Nigga |