| Stand up!
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| The niggas f*ck already men
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| 'bout to pop off man, m
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| That’s how it is, just grind me ass kid
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| Straight from Cube B done with big guns
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| Seen a lot of shit, even on the run
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| Man kick or die for f*ck em with the slums
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| My body went on, release for my gun
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| Blowed up two clips about to be some shit
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| To think about shit, get life’s a bitch
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| Just pulled pout and join the toe
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| And above the slim
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| Police got ahead, but I ain’t give a f*ck
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| I’m real about the shit, the rest see all but
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| The hood for life, they gotta throw it up
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| In the clutch, the thund, you can get me the ball
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| Can’t be on the grind wind keeps that war, stand tall
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| Down by law, who want more?
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| I am three click, nigga know what’s up
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| I found, I got you nigga shooting three throws
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| But I’m shooting sloves, then I let you meet loaf
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| I might been the rules, but never what we for
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| We see is going dumb, we’re feeling real mob
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| A leaf with a bunch of hoes, do us then do.
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| We never feed em after two cups on an empty stomach
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| We have a fake bitch tryin to keep one hundred
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| It is what it is, you do what I’ve been knew it
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| So many nigga sort of darkness soon their wrist is glewing
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| They keep and care enough to lift a f*cking bowing
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| I ain’t think you wanna take this where you’re going
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| Then everybody is losers, I’m in the wind collum
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| F*ck and tryin to tell you, they got been a problem
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| That’s just a Michael cousin, had that they lot of.
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| These niggas p**sy son
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| Show all we got, show all we spot
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| Smack your bitch ass out your John want rebox
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| Haters can’t f*ck with the bus jerk
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| Can’t f*ck with the boss jerk
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| Don’t rock gaters but I fuck with. |
| surance
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| Now dress like you have seen fighters
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| Type of flict and shirt. |
| lighters
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| The pipe pipers sayin little pistle
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| To catch a pradator, to catch the senator
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| Minister society tryin P and I’m dead in you
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| Head in the class the teachers path
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| On the road shit gets wow, do come squeeze in the skat
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| Don’t tussle the last hook is accurate thunder
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| Stupid niggas 'cause dumb shit
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| I wrote alone can’t condone the bump shit |