| Yeah, yeah
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| Check this out my nigga, there’s a lot of niggas out here, aha
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| That got a lot of shit to motherfuckin' say, yeah
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| But when a nigga bring it to them niggas
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| They can’t stand up for what they motherfuckin' said
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| Naw, I ain’t say that, he said that
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| Stand up if you got somethin' to say, my nigga
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| Stand up for what you said, my nigga
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| Tell them niggas bring it to the square, nigga
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| Stand up
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| If you don’t like what I’m saying then buck
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| Swing when you see me we can throw them hands sucker
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| Stand up
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| If you didn’t notice nigga, I don’t give a fuck
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| If I said it then I meant it and what fuck nigga
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| Stand up
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| You don’t want to see the triggerman bust
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| Hit you and your mans up, make it hard for niggas to
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| Stand up
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| Tell your crew they don’t want it with us dude
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| And if them motherfuckers do, bust a motherfucking move
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| Stand up
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| You got a alligator mouth and a hummingbird ass
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| Your mouth writing checks that your ass can’t cash
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| 145 and I’m out of your weight class
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| Want to survive, you better scramble like eggs and break fast
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| Cause I know how to handle your fake ass
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| I’m a ride on you and hide you in yesterday’s trash
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| Pull up in the Chevy’s spraying rounds through the glass
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| See you laying face down in the grass and I’ll laugh
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| Ha, cause that’s the end of the saga
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| The end of my problems, nigga mash the Impala
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| Go lay up with a model and watch the news tomorrow
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| And that’s the end checkmate, game over, I’ll holler
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| Pimp, telling you partner, you don’t know what you’re doing
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| Or recognize the trouble you getting in to and you’re ruin
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| And dig this man
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| I spent my childhood in a wild hood
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| And all that gangster shit you talking, yeah, it sound good
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| But make it understood
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| You gone have to show me, I’m a O. G
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| You want to overthrow me
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| Stand up
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| If you don’t like what I’m saying then buck
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| Swing when you see me we can throw them hands sucker
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| Stand up
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| If you didn’t notice nigga, I don’t give a fuck
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| If I said it then I meant it and what fuck nigga
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| Stand up
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| You don’t want to see the triggerman bust
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| Hit you and your mans up, make it hard for niggas to
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| Stand up
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| Tell your crew they don’t want it with us dude
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| And if them motherfuckers do, bust a motherfucking move
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| Stand up
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| Dearly beloved, we’re gathered here today
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| To marry this young nigga in his own special thug way
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| Do you promise to love and respect all of the real niggas
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| And when a problem come, learn to deal with 'em
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| Do you swear to turn this chopper
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| On any motherfucker in your path, or the bitch that’s trying to stop ya
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| Or do you promise to keep him handy
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| And don’t hand him to nobody, nobody except family
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| And keep him cocked and loaded and don’t expose him to no body
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| Unless somebody, who want him in his body
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| To love and cherish and from this trigger to a barrel
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| From the bottom of your heart
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| 'til death do you fuckin' part
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| Do you understand to live, to lie by him
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| Is to share your soul, Lord knows, you gone die by him
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| I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
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| Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
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| And did you know that every other bitch from the Wild, Wild West
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| End up dying from hollow points to they fuckin' chest
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| Cause they ain’t never seen a Carbine, a Mini 14, or a Tommy Gun
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| With a hundred round fuckin' drum
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| Stand up
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| If you don’t like what I’m saying then buck
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| Swing when you see me we can throw them hands sucker
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| Stand up
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| If you didn’t notice nigga, I don’t give a fuck
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| If I said it then I meant it and what fuck nigga
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| Stand up
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| You don’t want to see the triggerman bust
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| Hit you and your mans up, make it hard for niggas to
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| Stand up
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| Tell your crew they don’t want it with us dude
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| And if them motherfuckers do, bust a motherfucking move
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| Stand up
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| Shit, I’m talking about riding out tonight
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| Only way I die first, got to kill me in this verse
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| Weezy F middle finger to life
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| So nothing seem critical in the hood I’m typical
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| Yet I’m feeling good and spiritual
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| Healing hoods with this shit up out my kitchen
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| I’m pitching that it’s really good
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| Smoking, drinking, I’m like a fish
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| And I’ll probably shit on ya bitch
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| Probably piss on her lips and she probably give you a kiss
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| Nasty, Holly Grove classic
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| Polly wood a nigga probably robbed the same bastard
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| Ask him
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| We don’t give a fuck about a casket
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| Nigga this the murder campy
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| Niggas is murder happy
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| 12 years old, I jumped off the pot
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| I started selling rock right after I got shot
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| I had to hold my weight down
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| Pussy nigga stand up or lay down
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| Stand up
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| If you don’t like what I’m saying then buck
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| Swing when you see me we can throw them hands sucker
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| Stand up
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| If you didn’t notice nigga, I don’t give a fuck
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| If I said it then I meant it and what fuck nigga
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| Stand up
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| You don’t want to see the triggerman bust
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| Hit you and your mans up, make it hard for niggas to
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| Stand up
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| Tell your crew they don’t want it with us dude
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| And if them motherfuckers do, bust a motherfucking move
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| Stand up |