| I keep a couple killas 'round me when I move
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| 'Cause Ion’t really fuck wit' a lot of these dudes
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| You won’t rob me but I might rob you
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| So, when you see me, you gon' see my goons
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| Couple killas on my right, couple killas on my left
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| But I am a muthafuckin' killa myself
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| Got my Glock 40 right up under my belt
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| Hit you wit' this burner and you will melt
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| I only hang wit' my goons and nobody else
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| So, you better keep your hands to yourself
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| When I say I’m ready, then we gon' step
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| You ain’t got enough guns, you gon' need some help
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| Make sure this what you want 'cause we will shoot you to death
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| 'Cause we a lil' silly, we is bad fo' yo health
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| All of us stay wit' it, all of us stay strapped
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| That’s why I keep all my goons on deck
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| I keep a couple killas 'round me when I move
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| 'Cause Ion’t really fuck wit' a lot of these dudes
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| You won’t rob me but I might rob you
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| So, when you see me, you gon' see my goons
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| Smell the liqour on my breath, smell the dro on my skin
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| Look, they throwin' big faces in the wind
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| I am not friendly and I’m not your friend
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| Gave the bouncer 200, he slipped my fire in
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| Whenever y’all ready, let the shootin' games begin
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| I’m walkin' kinda slow 'cause my fire big
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| Either y’all betta chill or we gon mess up y’all gig
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| We all lookin' crazy 'cause all of us bent
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| My goons paranoid, so please don’t flinch
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| 'Cause all my goons ain’t got good sense
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| We all dead-drunk and all of us lit
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| But I love my goons 'cause they tote they shit
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| I keep a couple killas 'round me when I move
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| 'Cause Ion’t really fuck wit' a lot of these dudes
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| You won’t rob me but I might rob you
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| So, when you see me, you gon' see my goons
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| I am come solo tonight, I’m wit' my clique
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| I haven’t seen her since I fucked that bitch
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| And I haven’t called her so I know she sick
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| Pushed her off on the goons let one of them hit
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| 'Cause I gotta stay focused 'cause these niggas real slick
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| You will not rob me, turn around and sell my shit
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| Keep my eyes open 'cause it happen real quick
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| How many of us wit' fire, umm, 'bout 6
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| I keep a couple killas 'round me when I move
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| 'Cause Ion’t really fuck wit' a lot of these dudes
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| You won’t rob me but I might rob you
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| So, when you see me, you gon' see my goons |