| Voices in my head, choppas still surrounding me
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| War going on, niggas know I’m in these streets
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| Try to get them dead, lawd
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| Try to get them dead, lawd
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| My youngins don’t play
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| But I’m front line I’ll send them boys your way
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| They gon' gun you down, niggas know I’m ready
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| So I drop them bags, niggas know I’m paid
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| Now it’s on now
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| You ever had the feeling you might kill your man
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| Cause your man just might take the style
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| It’s only real niggas understand it
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| I got some realest niggas on the planet
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| I get some drugs make me feel this way
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| And it could make you speak the truth though
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| Couple niggas I know they’ll shoot for me
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| But it’s realer when you gon shoot yourself
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| Cause they don’t play when it come to me
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| Them niggas ruthless
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| They don’t play when it come to me
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| You might end up on that boomlist
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| Lord, them niggas shoot shit
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| You don’t want your name on the boomlist
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| Lord, them niggas shoot shit
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| You don’t want your name on the boomlist (that boom shit)
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| Who want rump with the don dada
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| I feed my pitbulls gun powder |
| See your name on that boomlist
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| I might send them boys to boom shit
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| No and you now
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| Just bring your ass here and lay it down
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| Catch you at your grandma wake now
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| And we gon spray your grandma wake down
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| Everybody say cool down
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| Everybody acting cool now
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| Till somebody get boomed down
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| And we gon sit one of your goons down
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| Cause they don’t play when it come to me
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| Them niggas ruthless
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| They don’t play when it come to me
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| You might end up on that boomlist
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| Lord, them niggas shoot shit
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| You don’t want your name on the boomlist
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| Lord, them niggas shoot shit
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| You don’t want your name on the boomlist (that boom shit) |