| Well, it’s time to ride, slide
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| them niggaz that fucked up, they lucked up Seen them niggaz rollin in they cutlass
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| I’m about act bad, no doubt, I’m a go in they house
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| And if they home, I’m a blast, take them niggaz out
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| Cause we be bout drama, no fuck that, we bout killin
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| Drama, fuck all that, stay real when it’s time to peel
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| Caps, no doubt, hah I check the house
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| Cause I ain’t gon be satisfied till all ya’ll stressed out
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| That’s a fuckin shame, I ain’t gon be satisfied til I see blood, nigga
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| What you think we was doin before we was rappin, we was drug dealers
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| You think I’m a let this shit slide cause I done got fame
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| Fuck the name, I can’t have shit in this fuckin game
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| Without niggaz tryin to test nuts, tryin to act bad
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| I’m a fuck you nigga
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| you gon have a closed casket and I’m gon crack yo mask
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| You talkin shit, but, bitch, it’s goin down
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| See I was locked up for a second, but now I’m home now
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| It’s time for niggaz to get checked, they done pushed me to the limit
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| I was a cool nigga, but now, it’s only the beginnin
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| It’s time to ride, when it’s time to slide, you die
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| No doubt about it, act bad, let’s put that on the vibes
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| Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just like a hurricane
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| Choo-choo, shootin brains, killin Mr. Murder, mad
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| Hustla, balla, Mr. fuckin Do-a-reporter
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| Don’t give a fuck about a bitch or a balla
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| Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
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| Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
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| Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
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| Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
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| 3rd Ward villian, I’m in the killin
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| They ban my videos from TV, they say they drug dealin
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| Ice cream slangin,
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| And if the radio don’t play this gangsta shit, what are they thinkin?
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| They could stop, a nigga from comin up They could stop a young nigga from makin big bucks
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| Independent, and black owned
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| But still got more money than Al Capone
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| Y’all niggaz can’t stop a killa,
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| A murder, a hustla, fuck it, a drug deala
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| But if they shoot, did up with police
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| Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East
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| And call me Mr. Paul
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| Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like Steven Seagal
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| Mr. Killa, the ghetto Kadofy
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| And 187 on any nigga that try to stop me Niggaz, they want to start some stack
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| but if they stack then let it be started
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| And at your funeral, I want to here em say dearly departed
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| Because I got it on my mind and on my mind I got’s it When I pop ya with this heart rock
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| make your heart stop cause I’m bout it Jack you like a New Jersey drive
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| My niggaz are always down for that who ride, I ride
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| Creep with these killas on our tippy tippy toes
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| See the barrel knows where the bullet go and then we smash off in that 4 by 4
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| See we rolled on ya set and then bucked
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| A bunch of niggaz fallen and they can’t get up You wants to fuck with this TRU click and get ya khakis creased
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| Get your shirt pressed and the bullets rip through yo chest
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| TRU niggaz don’t fall, fool, we to busy flossin
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| It might be your ho we tossin
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| Step to us and we make ya hits like Michael Jackson
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| Cause every nigga in my crew is bout it and we packin
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| Ha ha. |
| Now y’all know. |
| We run the muthafuckin streets.
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| No Limit. |
| True to the game. |
| Silkk the Shocker.
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| This shit go out to all y’all gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches
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| (soldiers) from Richmond (Atlanta) Down South (Alabama)
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| to the East Coast (to the West Coast)
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| to motherfuckin Kentucky, Missouri (to Florida) to Dallas (Houston)
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| to New Orleans (Austin, Texas) to muthafuckin Miami (D.C.) to Cinnicinnati (Ohio) to D.C. (North Carolina, South Carolina) fuckin
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| Baton Rouge (Oklahoma) Mississippi (Kansas City) Lafayette (Georgia,
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| Seattle, Washington) Detroit (Omaha, Nebraska) Chicago (Phoenix)
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| To all y’all muthafuckin ghetto (Alberquerque) gangsta (Indiana) real
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| niggaz and bitches (all y’all niggaz that’s locked up) everywhere.
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| Murder, murder, murder, murder. |
| Ha ha.
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| But y’all niggaz betta watch y’all ass
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| (watch y’all ass) so y’all won’t get caught up in motherfuckin 187
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| Cause every nigga I know is bout it (Bout it!)
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| Nigga that mean don’t trust nobody (these niggaz rowdy)
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| cause the sreets is real. |
| Believe that. |