| Me and my guns, we running this fucking streets
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| Y’all niggas is pussy, don’t stand in front of me
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| I represent the streets with my hard rhymes
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| I represent my niggas going hard times
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| Y’all soft niggas come late when it’s trouble
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| You hate when I bubble, can’t relate to my struggle (nope)
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| The music you make proves you a dud
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| I leave y’all niggas laying in a pool of blood
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| Y’all not on my level, I leave you in the dust
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| I’ll leave you with your people all broke up and crushed
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| This is that shit that they fiend for
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| The uncut raw is what they pay the green for
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| They say that these are the last days
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| In that case, yo, I’m going on a rampage
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| You don’t wanna play with these here niggas
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| Cuz these here niggas walk around with hair triggers
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| And old school caddies, new Benzes with the navi
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| If you do it for your hood nigga show me where your hands be
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| Rubber band rap, my money slap
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| My snow bunnies tell ‘em shake it off
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| Then buy your fur just to take it off
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| I’m making off with your life savings, Bernie Madoff
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| Niggas try to scam the same corner that I ate off
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| The difference is, ain’t no mimicking, this is pimpin' shit
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| Crocodile lizard shit, Send ho’s in a blizzard shit
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| Flow, rare isn’t it, I dare you to visit this
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| I rip and tear limitless, it ain’t fair, you’re finished kid
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| Wais P the business, Greek god, call me Icarus
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| You’re flying too close to the sun
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| Get your wings burned off, flame blown out and turned off
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| You’re playing chicken with us, semi truck you need to turn off
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| My pimp crew colder, so many minks and furs
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| Next year we rock koala bear and polar
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| Shitting on you, when it’s on I come through spraying
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| Like homeboy from Tucson, Arizona
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| You don’t wanna play with these here niggas
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| Cuz these here niggas walk around with hair triggers
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| And old school caddies, new Benzes with the navi
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| If you do it for your hood nigga show me where your hands be |