| Mmm, mmm, c’mon
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| Ah c’mon, c’mon, c’mon
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| C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon
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| C’mon, c’mon, look, look
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| When I start to spray, clear the way, or get knocked
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| Cause once my thang cock, I then aim and pop
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| I’m a donkey wodie, a untamed gorilla
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| Wilder than real-a, T.C. |
| representer
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| Known for spinnin Benz, gettin about fifty
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| Plus I’m quick to ride, and give it to you snitches
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| I’m a no doubt fella, always have I always will
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| Uptown fella, young and thuggin plus I’m real
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| In my blood in my veins it be the way that I be
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| All I know is killin, murder drama no peace
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| Youngsta nineteen who got off the porch early
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| I done did it all believe dat, ya heard me
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| Whoever like testin look, don’t you do it
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| Cause I don’t hesitate especially if you blew it
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| Your set I run — through it, like a mad man
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| Don’t think I won’t do it, leave your momma sad man
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| Look here — it’s in me lil' wodie to be the thug that I be
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| It’s in me lil' wodie to wear baguettes on Roley
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| It’s in me lil' wodie to wear — T’s, 'Baud's, and Ree’s
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| It’s in me lil' wodie — look here — it’s in me lil' wodie
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| It’s in my bloodstream wodie, to be the type that I am
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| Sold gats split hash take a boy from his fam
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| Nothin but streets, look — it’s all that I know
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| Knockin you off yo' feet, it’s all that I know
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| Drivebys and pull-ups I’m prepared every day
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| Thuggin as usual I do dat every day
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| Quick to roast ya, if you’re not from round my way
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| In the middle of the quarter in one of them hallways
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| Quick to still ya yeah, I’m real I ain’t fake
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| Leave that a murder scene in the middle of yellow tape
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| Put a hole in your thinkin cap, you won’t be thinkin no more
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| Look, you’ll be put to nap
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| A youngster play it raw raw, and «X» ya out
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| Me and my dog Rat quick to run up in yo' house
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| Yeah I goes out cause it’s in me lil' daddy
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| When it’s a coke drought I tote a semi lil' daddy
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| I’m the one they’re talkin about, original Hot Boy
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| Lil' Turk wodie, run up and get shot boy
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| With a long gun, AK with fifty rounds in it
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| Ain’t gon' be nuttin nice, when I’m spinnin and bendin
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| Non-stop cousin, the chopper a fool yes
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| Get your mind right, that’s what it do yes
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| Blood and brains, all over the streets
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| Is what you see dawg, messin with me
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| I’ll do you somethin awful split ya deep
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| Closed casket you had front you for your peeps
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| I get up then blast, somebody dyin tonight
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| Load up the mac, look I’m ridin tonight
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| I disguise like a woman mask over my face
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| Gloves on my hand no evidence no case
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| That’s how I do it, look, do it smart and smooth
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| If you don’t want my trouble look, better be cool |