| I’m so fly, like an eagle
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| Live my life, so illegal
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| We gon ride, at your peoples
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| See no evil I, we do or die
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| When we niggas, ever learn
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| That time is money, and money gets your ass burned
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| Learn from the niggas that done it, before I had a chance
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| You know the ones, with the Chuck’s and the khaki pants
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| Use to tell me all the time, bang lil' man
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| Took your advice, now my life is a paradise
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| Half of it, ghetto fabulous
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| Established, since 1992
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| Make way for the Dirty South representer, who next to be
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| I’m from the H, where these niggas’ll hide ya under the streets
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| I remember coming up, from on the corner with thugs
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| The only love that they had, was lost and scattered with slugs
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| Never ever getting caught slipping, I’m packing my chrome
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| Come at me wrong, I’ll have these niggas packing your dome
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| Asshole By Nature, bitch better give me fifty feet
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| 'Fore my thugs click up, and hit your block fifty deep
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| I use to sit back, let them old niggas hold the spot
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| 17, when I worked my first dope spot
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| Now let me teach ya how to stunt, how to hold a Glock
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| 7−1-3, I can’t sleep till I see a knot
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| I’m seeing y’all gangsta, for the time being
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| You wonder who gon save you, when I’m not screaming
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| Any time of the day, I’ll let that drama play
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| You can lay low, but I know where your mama stay
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| Know how we roll, bitch nigga can’t get away
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| T.C. |
| hit your block, won’t see another day
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| Still in the game, running shop still making moves
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| Running with Suga Slim, bitch bet pay my dues |