| All I got is my word and my balls
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| And ain’t break them for nobody!
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| I’ve always shot guns straight… started,
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| I got a shot gun,
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| Check!
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| I got a vest on my chest!
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| Check!
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| I got a million in the bank,
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| Check!
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| And now I’m ready for war, for war!
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| When I talk around the hood they say shit, not crap,
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| Fast cars like they come with parachutes in the back.
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| Fifty piece…
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| When I go back to… the best story I ever told.
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| … I hide you in the bushes…
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| My status will still, but the hood still remains,
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| Money got bigger, my boss is cocaine.
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| Pulling… try to stay up in my lane,
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| I just got off the plane…
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| If ain’t in the hood it means I’m… beyond…
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| I’ll still be in the front… in front of my store.
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| … tell them… be black to the death, yeah!
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| … murder, murder, murder,
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| And all the other shit you’ve never heard of!
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| All I got is my word and my balls
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| And ain’t break them for nobody!
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| I’ve always shot guns straight… started,
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| I got a shot gun,
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| Check!
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| I got a vest on my chest!
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| Check!
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| I got a million in the bank,
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| Check!
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| And now I’m ready for war, for war!
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| … fortune, guns and murder,
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| Cocaine use, my environment,
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| I rode with niggers that smell loose.
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| … but these bitches prefer…
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| … to the block to the old… called truce,
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| Raising my mouth like a giant with the blade,
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| Raising my head like a knife with a…
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| A lot of green on us like…
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| Down, down about to blow up a grenade.
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| A couple millimeters and they’ll be taxed.
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| You could tell the way I act, a nigger with the…
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| The way I thought that money… she won’t give me sex.
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| All I got is my word and my balls
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| And ain’t break them for nobody!
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| I’ve always shot guns straight… started,
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| I got a shot gun,
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| Check!
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| I got a vest on my chest!
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| Check!
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| I got a million in the bank,
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| Check!
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| And now I’m ready for war, for war!
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| Hey oh, tough… listen to the way the niggers rap,
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| They don’t know from the ass to the elbow
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| Now I’m next to… sell it like radio,
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| I’m now to put your brains on the floor,.
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| Orange mustang, green interior, looking like fall
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| A whole bunch of shooters, gone on my laptop,
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| All I got is my word and my balls
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| And ain’t break them for nobody!
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| I’ve always shot guns straight… started,
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| I got a shot gun,
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| Check!
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| I got a vest on my chest!
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| Check!
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| I got a million in the bank,
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| Check!
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| And now I’m ready for war, for war! |