| Come around with the windows down
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| Two 22s comin' at your ass so loud
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| You can run but you’ll never get passed those rounds
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| So serious you’ll never get passed my style
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| You’ll never last unless you follow me and my crowd
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| We’ll always last 'cause the people lovin' our sound
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| Feel good today, tonight won’t remember a thing
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| Just know I’ll murder every nigga you bring
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| Real nigga mayne, all I remember is pain
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| Cocked the hammer back point it at you take everything
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| That’s my life that’s my name that’s how I got on
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| White tee, blue jeans, nike, Desert E showin'
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| Treacherous places that you’ll never be goin'
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| Leavin' Las Vegas, caught a ticket, I was snowed in
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| Really with the shit for real, my nigga, I’m assaultin'
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| Planes drop our mothafuckin' kicks in the ocean
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| My kids’ll never know that I supply coke smokers
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| It’s what I tell myself but it ain’t really hard to notice, no
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| Automatic start on the suicide
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| Fully auto on my lap, tonight it’s do or die
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| Open up the garage and reverse the ride
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| I’m powdered up, and the kush and the blunt got me stuffed
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| Cause to black that boy, it makes it hard to stop
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| Pulled up, gun poppin', and we pulled out molly woppin'
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| Us, doing time in the fed, another album dropping
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| Cheese on the bread, a hundred g’s on your head
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| Cell phones in the cell they said, «We know we eating slow», yup
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| I huddled up my team and we had to make the first step
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| Either the foreign or the vintage on them 26's
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| Stickin in that nickel, champagne and pourin' liquor
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| He yellin «murder, don’t hurt him» turn my family on the walk
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| He said police just burnt him and he’s wanted for some bodies
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| Got the Chevy pulled over and he thinking that its over, but a 1000 dead and
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| running, tell him meet me at the headquarters
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| Mister Miyagi, black, and tati on the dashboard
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| Smoking songs of the Barney pressing fast forward
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| Two minutes early to meet papi at the corner store
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| Ain’t knowing when I turn, but I’m taking the same corner though, nigga
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| We’ll break you off
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| Bad times looking back and I’m trying to break 'em off
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| But I’m a careful nigga
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| You’re a stranger to the pain that I’ve felt, my nigga
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| Posted in the trap house, nigga
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| I answer the backdoor with my Mac out
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| If ya try and make a false move then I black out with ya
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| 100 racks around my neck, I got the mind of a killer
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| A man dies and a child is born
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| My nigga Smoke came home, I’m headed off to the war
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| 6 months in the can, I’m just a number
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| Made 16, but I missed a whole summer
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| A nightmare trying to reverse dreams
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| The feds caught my niggas in a reverse sting
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| Knowledge is power, trying to rebirth kings
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| But money is power so we re-up mean
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| Cream by the truckload, it came off a ton boat
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| Start getting money you owe niggas a ton, cut-throat
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| Ain’t that a bitch, I gotta nail 'em
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| I ain’t never switch, all I did was try and help 'em
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| Mister Miyagi, black, and tati on the dashboard
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| Smoking songs of the Barney pressing fast forward
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| Two minutes early to meet papi at the corner store
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| Ain’t knowing when I turn, but I’m taking the same corner though, nigga
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| We’ll break you off
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| Bad times looking back and I’m trying to break 'em off
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| But I’m a careful nigga
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| You’re a stranger to the pain that I’ve felt, my nigga
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| Back to back Chevys with the Hemis in it
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| Yea, we been offenders
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| But gotta live until I die with the semi, lifted, humble
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| By me, Hindu kush, crossing city limits
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| Stand up, moving up, can’t be sitting timid
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| Off that XO Remy mixed with sadity women
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| 100,000 dollar cash, plus the GT tinted
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| Cash on deck, you see me in it
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| Plasma TVs in it, let my BG get it
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| And if my BGs (?), my BGs spend it 'til my BGs (?) it
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| And my GT engine got see through vision like Calico vision (yep!)
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| Dawg, he looking at life (?) and (?) to touch
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| Feds coming, re-up papers, I’ll see you Hush
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| Speed it up, be in my crib, the streets is cold
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| Half money, half heart, yea I see you, folk |