| This is the continuation
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| Yo, yo, yo, yo
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| A yo I’m hot nigga and you should smell my breath
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| Don’t it smell like all I got is cavities left
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| I hit the left lane nigga, cruise with the crews
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| And fuck y’all haters — I refuse to lose
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| You can’t stop me, God cause I roll too hard
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| No license, just a dumb P. B. A. Card
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| You know N. O. Are. |
| E., my shotgun will tear your chest up
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| Leave your vest stuffed, face looking like ketchup
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| So what’s this out here, and the projects near, near?
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| I pop Cris, but I’m good with a beer
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| Me and Swizz get sound like world war
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| Tanks falling over, big bombs that roar
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| And helicopters is dropping on Faulk and Crenshaw
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| Shit is bigger than how they see it
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| If I die, then so be it
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| Until then, I O. D. It, them hoes see it
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| Motherfucking hoes see it
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| Yo!, y’all niggas want to play around, you gone lay around
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| Shots gone spray around, we gone stay around
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| N. O. Are. |
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| What the fuck y’all say y’all?!
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| N. O. Are. |
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| Like my guns won’t spray y’all!
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| N. O. Are. |
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| What the fuck y’all say y’all?!
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| N. O. Are. |
| E., yo it’s N. O. Are. |
| E., N. O. Are. |
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| A yo I «switch blade» niggas
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| Bitch-made niggas
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| The Lord called on me, knowing my whole story
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| I holler back like, «please Lord, just come for me»
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| Niggas analyze this, yo watch my wr |