| Hey, hey come here, bring yo ass over here right now
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| Put the money in this motherfuckin', FUCK THEM!
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| Just put the money in the got damn bag, just do what I say
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| Hey, hey show me them hands, ooh shit girl
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| GET WHAT I SAID GOT DAMN IT!
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| Keep showin' em' ooh shit girl
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| GOT DAMN IT DID YOU HEAR ME! |
| DON’T STOP, DON’T STOP!
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| I do get me some grain, ridin' me a Stang
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| Go inside this bank, decide to get em' for them thangs
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| That’s what had in mind, some nitro and some nines
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| Pipe bombs and napalm, shit you think I’m lyin'
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| As quickly as I flee them folks come to take it
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| Left my ass no choice but to go off and shake it
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| Shake it to the left, no no, shake it to the right
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| I’m gonna shake it to the left because they left my ass to die
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| Shit off in ya I cause that green I multiply
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| Allergic to that shit back in 1989
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| When I sold that dope or that purple traded soap
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| All that bullshit for a highly ass rope
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| They make it for that soap, that’s all that she wrote
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| Broke kibbles to bits, brought my mom’s to pokes
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| I’m stuffin' bags possessed, my dope I will compress |
| Shit I would invest in some quakers on the cut
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| See most of the time I got my ass in
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| Then most the time I took the fuckin' ass end
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| Of the stinkin' paddle, beat my ass like a rattle
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| Snake because they fake, took a piss off in my shadow
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| An adult lesson, I couldn’t get no Wesson
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| I dropped down depressin' a broke nigga stressin'
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| Survival
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| Survival, in these streets
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| It’s killin' me here, we livin' on the hill
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| Next to a crazy motherfucker you can’t feel
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| That’s why I keep the four-four, the mask and the boat
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| Tey ass fuck with me, they ass cuttin' close
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| Like those on the eighty, say hoes weighty
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| Shit for me, niggas takin' half, I don’t play that
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| I want my cakes and eat it, the goods and delete it
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| This shit could be repeated but my ass just seem to meet it
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| Like winds through a pipe or candles to the night
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| Hoes to a pimp, or a Sphinx to a dyke
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| Call me what cha' like but I ain’t headin' bike
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| Except for twenty days and that was twenty nights
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| A fuckin' December that was thick as timber
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| Wolves and they tryin' to hit my rims as I deliver |
| Shit to keep me goin' hoes they keep throwin'
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| Monkey tools at my shoes, keep my toes swollen
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| Cause I just go on fast and niggas might blast
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| If I had some bullshit about who’s side is grass
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| So why you fuckin' cuttin' disrespectful askin' nothin'
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| Ain’t got shit to do but you wanna be doin' something |