| Yeah
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| How you want it when you want it nigga?
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| Y’kna mean?
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| Look, the bag buried in the yard by the pit bulls
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| Hollows in the HK, got a clip full
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| Niggas be thinking that my shit’s good
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| They don’t know I took ten losses last year, '96 Bulls
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| But I ain’t tripping, 'cause my wrist good
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| Fuck these industry niggas, I’m '96 Suge
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| Hang you off the balcony for a brick
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| Trigger on the fifth get pulled
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| Who would’ve thought I’d be this good?
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| Told you I’m a different dude
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| I went from sleeping on a cot to hitting the lot to pick and choose
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| Stomp a nigga till he didn’t move
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| There’s blood on the bottom
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| Got my 750s looking like Christian Loos
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| Damn, these niggas is stressed looking deprived
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| I’ll put you to sleep, you can rest good in the sky
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| I just go in the booth, I’m like Westbrook on the drive
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| I’m better than just good, the best nigga is I, motherfucker
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| You better duck muhfucker when the fifth blow rounds
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| 'Cause I’m here mean I’m here, pussy ten toes down
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| And I suggest you ain’t around when this shit go down
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| And the Gucci on the crown is a retro brown
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| Listen par, everything you be saying is noise
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| I’m a man, you a pedophile playing with boys
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| I’m must be soften' up a little, 'cause I gave you a choice
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| I’mma have to ask God why he gave you a voice
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| Who these dumb muhfuckers that’s believing it’s geek
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| Because the numbers never lie, pussy read it and weep
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| But the Twitter figures telling me you eager to sleep
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| How you always in the crib and say you be in the street?
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| You’s a batiman, B you need to get out the house more
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| This soft muhfucker need to button his blouse more
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| You eating? |
| Money, why you always sleep on the couch for?
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| And I don’t do battles, par, this is all out war
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| Yeah |