| Y’all niggas don’t want no trouble
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| Y’all niggas don’t want no trouble
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| Y’all niggas don’t want no trouble
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| Y’all niggas don’t want no trouble
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| Beat him, beat him, beat him
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| Beat him, beat him, beat his ass to the floor nigga
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| Beat him, beat him, beat him
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| Beat him, beat him, beat his ass to the floor nigga
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| Dread life, Southside, nigga get your head right
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| Hopping up out, tote guns, those True’s gon' meet you at the red light
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| Black flag mask, and we flagging the fucking four
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| My niggas be 'bout that pressure, leave your ass on the fucking floor
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| So ask if you doesn’t know, my nigga be 'bout them K’s
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| Leave them slayed, niggas be laid out
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| That’s how they taking the day route
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| Cause niggas dying every day, loccin' up off the J
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| Leaving them in the day, trying to get paid, putting them in the grave
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| Catch 'em slipping with that beam, your hearing that pop, pop, and he off at
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| the top
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| His heart stop, and his body drop
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| Slumped out and he mollywhopped
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| So he better run, they aiming the gun
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| And all of them batty man
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| With the economy with ya', I’m coming to hit ya'
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| Forty, he had that Tommy gun
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| Cause we reside from the fucking slums, get live as we fucking want
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| Lock him in the trunk cause we abide by the fucking phonk
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| I ride with a fucking pump, look in my eyes
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| See the gristle, it lies under rizzle of my pride nigga
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| I’m from the Southside of that damn F.L.A
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| Why disrespect if you gon' have to pay
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| The consequences from the shit that you say
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| These busta ass niggas must learn the hard way
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| To torture and torment these hoes everyday
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| My city of demons who shoot up your place
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| We broke in the club and we fucked up the place
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| I don’t give a fuck cause my nigga gon' spray
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| Rat-tat-tat-tat what the fuck got you spooked
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| Fuck the police cause they crooked in blue
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| This how we do and we keeping it true
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| True to the day man, I ride for my crew
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| Disrespect Jitt, now your life you gon' lose
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| Niggas gon' hate but these bitches gon' choose
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| Come to my city, then give you the blues
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| They leave you real shitty, now you out your shoes |