| You gon' see
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| You dealing with a real G
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| A fake sense of security you got from your homie
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| You gon' see
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| You dealing with a real G
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| A fake sense of security you got from your homie
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| I don’t understand these niggas
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| Riding with them bustas like, sis my nigga
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| What the fuck can another nigga do for you
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| But talk behind your back, dumbass fool?
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| But ya’ll bustas steady riding packed like bitches
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| I can’t tell if you gals, niggas, or snitches
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| And to top it off you’re scheming on niggas riches
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| I hope you coming this way, cause I’m leaving you twitchin'
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| But it ain’t just ya’ll, it’s other rappers too
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| Dick riding other rappers to get a record deal
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| You got other rappers nuts in your mouth like a girl
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| Don’t ever bring a rap war to my world
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| Cause you gon' get defeated
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| And a new career you gon' be needin'
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| Back to working at Micky D’s
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| And back to livin' with mommy
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| You gon' see
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| You dealing with a real G
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| A fake sense of security you got from your homie
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| You gon' see
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| You dealing with a real G
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| A fake sense of security you got from your homie
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| So my heat, stays on my shelf
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| For boys who ain’t man enough to flow by themself
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| Gotta have another nigga with ya
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| But this nine will make both ya faggots get the picture
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| Split ya wig, right open and leave the coroner scopin'
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| How many bullets lead to your demise?
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| And what kind of bullet went in between your boys eyes
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| Suprise, bitch niggas ya’ll stanking
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| Suprise, i’m still banking
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| Back to balling and making that cheese
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| While your taxed and smelling, pushing up daisies
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| Now, the stories been told
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| Motherfuck you and your bitchass home
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| Stop riding with niggas that’s old news
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| And ride solo, fool
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| You gon' see
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| You dealing with a real G
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| A fake sense of security you got from your homie
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| You gon' see
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| You dealing with a real G
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| A fake sense of security you got from your homie |