| What’s up playa? |
| You looking slick with that
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| Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match
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| Check this out here whodi lay on the ground
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| For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound
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| They going click click blow, blow click click blow
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| Click click blow, blow click click blow
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| Click click blow, blow click click blow
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| Click click blow, blow that’s my style
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| Popping wit terror take it straight to guns
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| Or we could keep it corporate give up your block and run
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| Too much paper here to try and count my ones
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| Over here cross me our hollow wall is young
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| For our haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow
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| If you’ve seen the new whip know they add nine 0's
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| Now I’m up to 2 bricks, a seventy two 0's
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| If you counting by the whips than it’s eight different flows
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| I’m heavy luva, with the diamonds and broads
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| Too heavy luva, with the cocaine and cars
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| And what I hop in, it’s my option
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| To shift the mash quit tryin to get in the dash
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| What’s up playa? |
| You looking slick with that
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| Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match
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| Check this out here whodi lay on the ground
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| For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound
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| They going click click blow, blow click click blow
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| Click click blow, blow click click blow
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| Click click blow, blow click click blow
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| Click click blow, blow that’s my style
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| Now if it’s on with the bricks and the bag BABY
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| You come short, I’m a bust your head BABY
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| They name a dope man whodi
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| Yeah that’s me, I’m out that 5−0-4 plus that C-P-3
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| Give me an ounce and I’ma flip it to a brick figga
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| You got my scratch, if you snitching you a trick figga
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| Hit the pen, you probably gonna be a misfigga
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| So here’s a Glock for your chest I mean your tits trigga
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| Imagine, all the bricks in the projects smeared with cocaine
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| I be the richest young soldier in this rap game
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| All my money come in armor trucks
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| More cars, more houses, more freaks to pluck
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| You wasn’t work, when I was local playa
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| I’m worldwide, you haters can’t take it you petrified
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| Then let me lose after I reveal thuggin with p
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| It’s no limit till I die y’all can’t get with me
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| What’s up playa? |
| You looking slick with that
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| Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match
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| Check this out here whodi lay on the ground
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| For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound
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| They going click click blow, blow click click blow
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| Click click blow, blow click click blow
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| Click click blow, blow click click blow
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| Click click blow, blow that’s my style
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| I don’t like violence but ha that’s no shy logic
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| Don’t like material stuff either, but sho got a lot of it
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| Just to make money off tha street na, I make it off the beat
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| Walk my rott off the leash right off the beach
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| Talking shit I’ma big spinner so I don’t really talk to much
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| Got guns, really big ones, think rap softens us up
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| See I love my fans but I don’t love them haters
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| I don’t really like the fame much dog
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| But I show love to paper uh-huh
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| I want something bigger cause I love the dough
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| Niggas talk shit, Shaq’s out
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| Leave them looking like Mugsy Bogues
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| Zoom Zoom, 1100's I still ride it slow
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| Not the type that’s gonna floss
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| But I ain’t gonna hide it though
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| Learn the game from my big brother
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| C-E-O now, Made Man, Shocker well. |
| C-E-O sounds
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| We the type dog, go to sleep, wake up and ball
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| You know what’s up what us
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| Now what’s up with y’all, uh-ha
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| What’s up playa? |
| You looking slick with that
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| Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match
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| Check this out here whodi lay on the ground
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| For I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound
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| They going click click blow, blow click click blow
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| Click click blow, blow click click blow
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| Click click blow, blow click click blow
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| Click click blow, blow that’s my style |