| I got some cold hearted killaz from the three round me
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| They some real OGs I can’t put on TV
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| And I keep a shooter with me
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| Too many niggas need me
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| In the three with a nine
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| I see twelve don’t drop dimes
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| I ain’t never tell on nobody
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| All white bricks like I’m Yo Gotti
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| Rappers trying to diss they some broke copies
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| Catch you at your concert shooters in the lobby
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| Catch you in your own hood that’s a dead body
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| Man these rap niggas don’t want smoke
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| Have them young niggas shooting at your throat
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| TTK my young niggas trained to kill
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| That young nigga a mass murderer on the pill
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| One hand on the stick one on the steering wheel
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| Put his ass to sleep like some Benadryl
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| It’s a celebration if I’m in the field
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| I got some cold hearted killaz from the three round me
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| They some real OGs I can’t put on TV
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| And I keep a shooter with me
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| Too many niggas need me
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| In the three with a nine
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| I see twelve don’t drop dimes
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| I got niggas in the bushes that you can’t see
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| Them young niggas on your head like some Dre Beats
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| He talking wreckless catch him first can’t let him take me
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| Menace to Society
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| Ken and Stacy
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| Got a bitch that set you up like Davies
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| Quarter million for the chickens that’s a eight piece
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| You can get your brick fried like Zaxby’s
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| Running through the elbows like an athlete
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| And if I get caught taking time like Max B
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| My plug ain’t never ever ever tried to tax me
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| He know that I get my hands dirty
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| I got plex these molly-eating bitches thirsty
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| I got some cold hearted killaz from the three round me
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| They some real OGs I can’t put on TV
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| And I keep a shooter with me
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| Too many niggas need me
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| In the three with a nine
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| I see twelve don’t drop dimes |