| Tek: Yeah nigga, we out here man
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| Steele: Smif N Wessun ta the death nigga
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| Tek, (both)
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| hustler[Pimp or a gun buster
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| But you’re best to have them ones out when the boys come in to rush ya
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| Thinking cuz you know some thugs them slugs can’t touch ya]
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| Don’t be thinkin' cuz they give you pounds and hugs them boys won’t fuck ya
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| [Well let me tell you home boy you got another thing coming
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| If you think me and my son’s gonna spend our whole lives' strugglin'
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| My dues been paid] And my blocks been bubbling
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| You listening to the flow killer niggas know I’m no quitter
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| and getting sick of
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| How I miss ya, see how my swagger swigger
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| You a five thrower, let me show you I throw one bigger
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| You don’t want us to come get’cha
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| [Fuck the ones you brung with ya, hope you brung your ones wit’cha
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| Ass bent, bet the gun get ya, my life is uncensored
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| It won’t be a pretty picture when them slugs kiss ya]
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| My dude don’t tell 'em nothing, I want them to start fronting
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| And let them feel the pressure of the cranium crushing
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| See the fluid gushing out
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| From the body to the sewer, bin needing flushing out
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| Hook:
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| and done that
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| till our ones stack
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| Got some back
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| (is gun rap)
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| (they love that)
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| We give back
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| Nigga this ain’t no come back
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| This gorilla’s, more iller,
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| half the block
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| Indo, roll slow
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| Tip over (Hell no) (Lets GO)
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| Bank stopper Still miss
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| For that red Datsun three hot shots at ya
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| Fo' reala, die in that Chinchilla
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| Words of Eazy, «Mo skrilla Mo skrilla»
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| [Man you ain’t never live
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| That’s the reason I rock fellow, I ain’t sign to the Roc-a-fella
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| I’m just trying to stock up cheddar]
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| When it’s popping on the block only options to pop Beretta’s
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| Wear a mask oh, hell no, we blow at the (Po-Po)
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| Forty caliber, chose for weapons,
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| That I’m shell-shocked family in the Boondocks
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| get your bank stocking, head cocking
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| Courtesy of me, that you stretch like a T
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| we call it the white meat
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| See how mafias will move, we cement your shows
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| You riding the current, with the fishes you’ll snooze
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| For muscle we got two-shotters
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| [And the block stand beside us, they know that we true riders
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| Show love to the hood, and the hood do the same
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| It don’t matter where you go, don’t forget where you came]
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| Hook 2x |