| We out here!
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| Yuh! |
| We out here!
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| Yuh! |
| We out here!
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| Yuh! |
| We out here!
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| Young, underrated, black and we troublesome
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| Ain’t no limits, we about it, you ain’t about it, you ain’t one of us
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| Sittin' till our super is up, get the cake and we double up
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| Police poppin'
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| We run and duck
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| They quick to pull the gun on you
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| It’s wild here
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| You couldn’t walk in my shoes or run a mile in them
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| Niggas are trigger happy
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| Ain’t shit funny
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| Nobodies smiling
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| You’d be lucky to make out of this mothafucka alive
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| When me and my niggas ride we lettin' everbody know
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| That we out here!
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| Young, underrated, black and we troublesome
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| Police ain’t gonna be the only people you niggas runnin' from
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| It’s wild here
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| Gotta take yours if you want it done
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| Around here we puttin' work and grindin' till the sun is up
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| We out here!
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| What! |
| We out here!
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| Uh! |
| We out here!
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| We out here!
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| I watched my nigga take an L
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| He was wishin' to die
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| Gotta know how it feels to lose to be a winner sometimes
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| Mobb Deep with them niggas
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| Young prodigies causing havoc
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| When they get something they flash it
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| Cuz' in the past they never had it
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| Imagine
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| Back in the day, when there was places we couldn’t pass
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| Now we black after everythin' they said we couldn’t have
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| I said we ain’t holdin' back
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| So I suggest you keep your feelings tucked
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| You wack niggas left the game on E so we gonna fill it up
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| We out here!
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| Young, underrated, black and we troublesome
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| Police ain’t gonna be the only people you niggas runnin' from
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| It’s wild here
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| Gotta take yours if you want it done
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| Around here we puttin' work and grindin' till the sun is up
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| We out here!
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| What! |
| We out here!
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| Uh! |
| We out here!
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| We out here!
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| Nigga back when I was a youngin turned a dollar to a hundred
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| The money was the motive
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| Nigga that is how it is now
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| Who do you call?
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| When you down and the struggle is real
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| Poppa was hustlin' to get to that Mil'
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| And that’s who I do it for
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| The early mornin' niggas on it
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| We gotta eat
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| We starvin' out in these streets
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| More bodies between the sheets
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| My homies gettin' killed
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| Cops is beggin' they steal
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| I’m prayin' it’s not my brother
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| Ain’t heard about him in weeks
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| So put the bullshit to the side
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| All we want to do is ride
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| Bangin' my own shit while cruisin' on the Westside
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| They know when I’m on the move when I slide
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| Cuz you can you feel the base in your home when the smoke pass by
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| So what you sayin' my nigga
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| Paint the bigger picture
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| I’m paintin'
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| No more waitin' my nigga
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| Either you crippin' or you flamin' my nigga
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| I’m not affiliated
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| As long as you grindin' enough to make it my nigga
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| Nigga!
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| We out here!
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| Young, underrated, black and we troublesome
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| Police ain’t gonna be the only people you niggas runnin' from
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| It’s wild here
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| Gotta take yours if you want it done
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| Around here we puttin' work and grindin' till the sun is up
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| We out here!
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| What! |
| We out here!
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| What! |
| We out here!
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| Yo! |
| We out here!
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| They askin' for the recipe
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| We cookin' with that recipe
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| We got the recipe
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| They want the recipe
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| They askin' for the recipe
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| They see us cookin' with that recipe
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| We got the recipe
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| What I want the recipe
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| They askin' for the recipe
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| We cookin' with that recipe
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| We got the recipe
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| They want the recipe
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| They askin' for the recipe
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| They see us cookin' with that recipe
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| We got the recipe
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| What I want the recipe |