| Verse 1:
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| If I could fuck all these bad bitches, a nigga sure would
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| Coming through the ghetto, grain grippin' all wood
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| Where that money coming and going, break ya niggas off
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| If he was in the field wit cha, go ahead and show him love
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| But on the flip side, niggas coming at me with they hands out
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| I told them motherfuckers stand down
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| I catch him slippin' with his pants down
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| Break em off, choppa choppa, be a man down
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| Shit ain’t always all G, shit ain’t always all good
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| If it was on me, we’d be always all good
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| Fuck them niggas talking, put that money on the wood
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| They ever had a doubt, I’m here to tell 'em y’all could
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| Shit ain’t all good nigga, all good nigga
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| Die as a hood nigga
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| One time for the traps and the hood bitches
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| Knew I ball since a little nigga, little nigga
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| Good nigga
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| I knew I balled since a little nigga
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| When that money slowed up, it wasn’t good nigga
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| Kevin Costner with the wolves nigga
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| I dance on 'em once, see my two-step
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| Paddles on the wheel, tiptronic, that’s a new 'vet
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| I do it for the trap and the hood bitches
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| Riot be the gang, all bets on that wood nigga
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| Fo', five, six, that’s a head crack
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| Six out da four, leave your head crack
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| You weathered that storm or get rained on
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| Shaq in the paint, drop step and get banged on
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| I do it for my dogs and my partna dem
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| Python, kick game like soccer dem
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| It’s the mighty, mighty Riot
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| Eat with us nigga or you gonna diet
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| Mob or starve
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| We all in, we all riot
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| What up!
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| Shit ain’t always all G, shit ain’t always all good
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| If it was on me, we’d be always all good
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| Fuck them niggas talking, put that money on the wood
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| They ever had a doubt, I’m here to tell 'em y’all could
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| Shit ain’t all good nigga, all good nigga
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| Die as a hood nigga
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| One time for the traps and the hood bitches
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| Knew I ball since a little nigga, little nigga
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| Good nigga
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| Shit ain’t all good, but everything is all right
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| When I lost my nigga, man I cried all night
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| When he lost his life, my whole world stopped
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| I think we could bring a plaque back to the Rock
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| I get chills when I hear it, feel it when I see it
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| I can have a smile on my face, but don’t mean it
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| I’m in my own zone now, that’s why I move alone now
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| When we all get together, that’s when we hold it down
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| The roof on the thing come out when the sun out
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| Ridin' in that drop-top Mazi, watch 'em dumb out
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| We was born to make it
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| Put some respect on my name or I’ma take it
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| I’m around like a bracelet
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| Three stab wounds, had to hide in the bathroom
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| I’m giving 'em lessons, don’t need no classroom
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| We running this sh--, even if we joggin'
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| So New York like the Garden
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| Pardon, Gs!
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| Shit ain’t always all G, shit ain’t always all good
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| If it was on me, we’d be always all good
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| Fuck them niggas talking, put that money on the wood
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| They ever had a doubt, I’m here to tell 'em y’all could
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| Shit ain’t all good nigga, all good nigga
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| Die as a hood nigga
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| One time for the traps and the hood bitches
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| Knew I ball since a little nigga, little nigga
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| Good nigga
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| It’s a whole lot of kitty talk, not without Seymour (nah)
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| Patty cake, patty cake, youngin, I see more
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| C4, the Mercury switches, the worst on these bitches
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| Hoe wanna blow when you show 'em the glow
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| Rhyme slow like numbers on an R&B singer
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| The name ring bell like Stringer
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| I’m so educated like a nigga graduated from Yale
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| Flyin' and I’m glitterin', call me Tinkerbell
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| Peter Pan wasn’t an option when I was in the mix
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| I needed something with options, I was in a mix
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| I owned half the building, wanted some for half a million
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| Two-tone Phantom, half the ceiling
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| We ain’t have to have a mitt to start catching feelings
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| Just enough to make niggas want to snatch your children (okay)
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| Louis monograms where the rats get sealed in
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| The potato on the front for when the cats start peelin'
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| Shit ain’t always all G, shit ain’t always all good
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| If it was on me, we’d be always all good
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| Fuck them niggas talking, put that money on the wood
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| They ever had a doubt, I’m here to tell 'em y’all could
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| Shit ain’t all good nigga, all good nigga
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| Die as a hood nigga
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| One time for the traps and the hood bitches
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| Knew I ball since a little nigga, little nigga
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| Good nigga |