| Do you feel the way I feel?
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| Feel that shit nigga
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| Do you feel the way I feel?
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| Do you fucking feel it?
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| You wanna wild out, come on! |
| Act up, come on!
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| Throw guns, come on! |
| Smoke 'dro, come on!
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| Fuck hoes, come on! |
| Make dough, come on!
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| What?! |
| We can do it kid however you want!
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| You wanna wild out, come on!
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| Act up, come on! |
| Start beef, come on!
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| Make money, come on! |
| Throw guns, come on!
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| Fuck hoes, come on! |
| What?
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| We can do it kid however you want!
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| Oh you ain’t know? |
| Sticky Fingaz went solo
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| And got the whole hood in a choke hold
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| Radio locked like I was po-po, you rappers get no dough
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| I make you have oral sex with the .44
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| I’m unstable, get cash under the table
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| I blaze you, not even God could save you
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| What? |
| I ain’t having it, I’m ignorant and arrogant
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| Dogs couldn’t sniff me out, cause I ain’t have a scent
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| Your wifey’s checking me, said I had sex appeal
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| Been hitting niggas' girls way before the record deal
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| Let me make it clear just so it’s understood:
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| That don’t make you no thug cause you from the hood
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| My nine’s stainless, I speak in sign language
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| My mind changes, every time the wind blows
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| Gunshots got me jumping out of second story windows
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| Beef on impulse, you get murdered over insults
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| You wanna wild out, come on! |
| Act up, come on!
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| Throw guns, come on! |
| Smoke 'dro, come on!
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| Fuck hoes, come on! |
| Make dough, come on!
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| What?! |
| We can do it kid however you want!
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| You wanna wild out, come on!
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| Act up, come on! |
| Start beef, come on!
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| Make money, come on! |
| Throw guns, come on!
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| Fuck hoes, come on! |
| What?
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| We can do it kid however you want!
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| Goddamn I’m hungry and it’s time to eat
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| I’m the worst thing since crack to hit the street
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| The man that could murder me, I’m dying to meet
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| Rather fuck your own seed than shoot a 5 with me
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| I don’t take shit from no man, I set up my own fam
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| I never was a kid, came out the pussy a grown man
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| I slept in a slum, I’m second to none
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| I give you ten seconds to run, 9, 7, 3, 2, blow!
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| Half my niggas ain’t gon' never see sunlight
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| Got twenty stitches under my navel from a gunfight
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| You better watch your back for them thug hoes
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| I believe in safe sex and go to bed with the snub nose
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| Rhyme like my life on the line, I’m nice with the nine
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| Knocking out big niggas twice my size
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| So take a dirt nap when normal people slept I used to purse snatch
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| A bullet costs a quarter but your life ain’t even worth that
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| You wanna wild out, come on! |
| Act up, come on!
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| Throw guns, come on! |
| Smoke 'dro, come on!
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| Fuck hoes, come on! |
| Make dough, come on!
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| What?! |
| We can do it kid however you want!
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| You wanna wild out, come on!
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| Act up, come on! |
| Start beef, come on!
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| Make money, come on! |
| Throw guns, come on!
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| Fuck hoes, come on! |
| What?
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| We can do it kid however you want!
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| It’s a whole new me, but the same old you
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| We had beef before, well deja vu
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| Never seen nothing like this I rip your whole crew
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| Ever thought about death? |
| That’s what you 'bout to go through
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| I stay to myself, I’m antisocial
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| I ghost you and wild out like I’m supposed to
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| My rollie got a body son, it costs a life
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| Every time it tick I can see the soul on ice
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| I call a hotline, to get yours, I got mine
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| And son I got Glock 9s, TEC-9s, MAC-10s, 11s and 12s
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| .22s, .25s, .32s, .38s, .44s, .45s, AK-47s
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| Don’t be a smartass, I put a hole in your forehead
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| Stomp you out and beat your ass to syllables
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| You stupid mother…, be lucky I ain’t killing you all
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| I hung myself on my umbilical cord
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| You wanna wild out, come on! |
| Act up, come on!
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| Throw guns, come on! |
| Smoke 'dro, come on!
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| Fuck hoes, come on! |
| Make dough, come on!
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| What?! |
| We can do it kid however you want!
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| You wanna wild out, come on!
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| Act up, come on! |
| Start beef, come on!
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| Make money, come on! |
| Throw guns, come on!
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| Fuck hoes, come on! |
| What?
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| We can do it kid however you want!
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| Yeah, aha!
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| — C'mon mutha fucka I’ll murder you
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| — That's what happened nigga |