| Haha
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| Ungh! |
| Once a-muthafuckin-gain, me an my nigga Silkk
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| We gon' show y’all how we mobb
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| No Limit for life, how we do this shit
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| West Coast style nigga, from down South, to the muthafuckin hills
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| Y’all niggas better recognize, y’all better fuckin recognize
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| I’m tru to da game, Masta P’ll be da name
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| I’m in it for the money, fuck these bitches an the fame
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| Cuz when you broke bitches get ghost like sideways,
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| like gold daytons rollin up the highway
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| On my way to the town to take some cizash,
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| an if you shizort bitch you in the bizag
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| I got fifteen in the tank, on my way to Burbank
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| Fist stealin 5, ready till 5, blowin dank
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| An still tryin to make a dollar outta fifteen cents
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| Got the Cutlass full of coffee for no evidence
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| It’s a drought but I got ice cream 16 five, everyday, all day
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| hit me on the door knob
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| Cuz we be ballin, bitch we be haulin,
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| got chickens up the highway from New Orleans
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| An y’all foo’s can’t stop the real deal,
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| an when you see the Tank fool you better guard yo' grill
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| Cuz No Limit in this to win this,
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| an got a million soldiers ready to handle business
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| 6 deep is how we mobb, an we tru (Ungh!)
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| but we’ll kill if we have to
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| Been on the block in the Bay, nigga hop by the tre
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| Nigga stop at eight, early chop the cake, but not today
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| cock the K, cuz these busta ass niggas know we not to play
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| Say hello to the Richmond nigga, East Bay killa
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| Down South thrilla, quick to fill ya, wit more shells than the sea
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| More mail than the post office,
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| these lyrics an dope keep me stayin up like it was coffee
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| Now stop, pause, take a look
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| East Bay nigga crook, seven E deuce cut
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| Ready to buck on any nigga that steps up
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| I be the man, understand this, skanless niggas get fucked up
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| Number one on Billboard, bitch, y’all niggas still tryin to come up
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| Y’all niggas soup, I’m gumbo, ready to rumble, ready to tumble
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| Yo' girlfriend outta line, I’ma catch her like Columbo
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| Tongue twistin like an Uzi, y’all niggas can’t do me
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| (Boo-yah, bad man)
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| Y’all watch too many fuckin movies |