| It’s the L-i-double-f-y so gone and let’s die
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| Killer from the westside you don’t want to test I
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| Smokin' on that best buy feelin superfly ridin' high throughout the chi
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| Duckin' them guys on the rise watchin' dvd’s on my car tv’s
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| Makin' bitches freeze stop and do a 360 degrees
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| While i’m in the breeze my mind’s at ease smokin' on trees
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| Contemplatin' monopolies through these rapid keys
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| It’s all for the skeeze so bitch please I need a V-12
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| And a gang of dro and island walkin' on seashells
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| And if’s all well in my life givin' up thanks everynight
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| But my strength and my will to still fight
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| In this fucked up world
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| Fucked up steady callin earl
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| Let me show you how to kill all that shit get to be a pearl
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| And live yo life to the fullest caught out in the hata bullest wit a
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| Pocket full of g’s cuz of yo nigga had to pull it get deez
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| (Hook 1)
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| (Hook 2)
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| Let me show you how to ball (how to ball)
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| Let me show you how to come up with that passion for the law (for the law)
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| Let me show you that these niggas out here ain’t ready for war (for the war)
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| Let me show you how to ball (ball)
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| Let me show you how yo real niggas gone ball till they fall (huh)
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| (Todd Nitty)
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| All my gangsta’s ridin wit me (let's get it on)
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| Let’s show em how we make this money (till the early mornin)
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| Smokin pounds skeezin o-z (Southside)
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| Legit ballin family (mobsta for life)
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| Representin' with them niggas that be hustlin' on the block
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| When the spot be gettin hot and then we duckin and dodgin' cops
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| Thugs love that nigga Nitty cause they see the life I live
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| I been hustlin for a mil way before a record deal
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| So I know how it is to struggle
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| Let me show you how to ball
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| How to stack yo paper tall and let no broad be yo downfall
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| Pimp mo hood rats now legit stallions
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| Pocket full of thousands legit ballin medallions
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| Bitch I’m a hustla St. Ides guzzla
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| Speedknot mobsta mister fuck a officer
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| Go getter’s and gangsta’s out here on the grind
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| You got one life to live so make yo metal bling and shine
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| (Hook 1 & Hook 2)
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| (Twista)
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| All the thugs in the world let me hear you holla out I got that raw
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| All the killas and the ballaz if you wit let me hear holla back wit a fuck the
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| law
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| All the niggas and the bitches in the club
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| Let me see you throw yo nines up to the ceilin'
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| All the stick-em niggas in the party
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| Catch them muthafuckers up as soon as they leave the buildin'
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| If you ready and willin then uh set you down
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| With the mob and let me see you throw a knuckle up
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| Have you hustle up if you comin betta buckle up
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| Cause I ride like what the fuck?
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| Now what the fuck is up
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| Rollin on rims we bout to die
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| 22's with enough clean smokin' much green
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| While the ho’s watch a fuck scene on the tv’s with a touch screen
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| Run a three for twenty-five's on a two for fifteen’s
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| On a eight dollar hollas the mob figgas make a lot of dolla’s
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| Pay for the repo can’t take my Impala pop da colla
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| But in the club they sho gone hate us
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| All the ho’s don’t play us
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| While we sportin' froze on gators
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| With a dye half-broke like the ozone layers
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| Tell me where the dj
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| Where the dro where the drank
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| Gotta get be? |
| yappy ho’s pappy? |
| happy
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| Cuz i’m off that dank
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| On the path of destruction i’m hustlin'
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| While I gots to get that bank
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| Never bogus at all
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| Pacs and techs in the hall
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| Gettin' money with my dogs
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| And I’m never actin' petty with the fedi if ya ready let me…
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| (Hook 1 & 2 til end) |