| Ayo
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| Ayo
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| After hour VLONE, you ain’t on the shit I be on (You ain’t on the shit I be on,
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| uh-uh)
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| Hundred round drum shoot that block up that you be on (Boom, boom, boom, boom,
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| boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
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| You was playin' games, I was in that kitchen, kilos (Ah, whippin' kilos)
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| I could get you killed, that’s gon' cost me 'bout ten Gs though (Boom, boom,
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| boom, boom, 'bout ten Gs)
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| Where you from? |
| I be on the East Side of that B-lo (East side of that B-lo)
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| Black and pink doors, neck lit up like it’s Reno (Neck lit up like it’s Reno,
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| ah)
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| Big man, shotgun formation, Dan Marino (Dan Marino, ah)
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| Free the guys, shit hurt my soul, they got the RICO (They got the RICO, ah)
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| Margiela (Margiela), bricks cheap, I can mellow (I can mellow)
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| Too many snitched on me, DA acapella (Ah, acapella)
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| Griselda Records, we the new Roc-A-Fella (We the new Roc-A-Fella, ah)
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| Extendo on the .40 but I like the chopper better (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot,
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| doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, like the chopper better)
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| Prada (Prada), have your baby mama line you (Ah)
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| Go and see your kids, I be there, you gettin' shot up (Boom, boom, boom,
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| you gettin' shot up)
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| Yacky in that Jag, do a hundred, pourin' Wock' up (Skrrt, Wock' up)
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| Out the '63, broad day, blocka, blocka (Blocka, blocka, blocka)
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| I got homies in the set who ain’t never seen the beach
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| And I got homies rest in peace at the age of twenty-three
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| Pete sakes, got us locked in
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| Mind frame like it’s boxed in
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| Palace jacket match the army fatigue
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| I chuck a P to the sky for all my niggas who 'ceased
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| Street legend worldwide, really am who I be
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| That’s why I’m good in every section where they chuck up the B
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| I hit the county mainline and really said where I’m from
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| Travelled 'round the world and told these niggas it’s Blood
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| Now I’m out in Buffalo, you see Westside Gunn
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| You see Benny the Butch, you see Conway 'nem
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| Gotta do it for the homies livin' life on the run
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| P Worthy, where you been? |
| I been stackin' my funds
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| Still keep a bitch down, baby girl, you the one
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| 'Cause you done brought me the bread, you done copped me the whip
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| You was with a nigga then, ten toes on the strip
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| Really rap what I live, so they know it’s legit
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| Used to keep a eight ball with my ho on the year
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| Where you goin' Blood? |
| We hangin' out, brang 'em out
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| The old-school Chevys, big homies in the glass house
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| Smash out, we sailin' down Bentral with our flags out
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| Blabbermouth niggas better keep the hood out they mouth
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| Or end up missin', nobody know your whereabouts
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| Air 'em out, I head to DC eatin' carryout
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| Thuggin' with some niggas outside of Wayne Perry house
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| I did that, the homies did they shit when they slid back
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| Shit bracks, especially summertime in the hub west
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| Big press, we talkin' full court, this the Staples Center
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| Niggas got staples in they stomach where the bullets entered
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| Yeah, nigga, P Worthy, nigga
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| Westside Worthy
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| Bompton to Buffalo and all that, nigga
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| Niggas know what’s happenin' though (Check)
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| Gunn, I love you, Damu (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| What’s happenin'? |
| Look
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| White tee (Man), wipin' off the shells for this G, man (Damn, numbers)
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| Bruce Lee, transport the kicks in the caravan (Trap)
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| Ford Taurus hit the block (Man), nigga, scram, tuck the blam (Uh)
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| Five years old (Damn) when I seen my first crack deal (Numbers)
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| Count two hundred thou' cash (Uh, damn), I got time to chill (Chill)
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| If they search the whip (Damn), then it’s ten for this thirty-six (Goddamn)
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| Chances that we took (Uh), plus I had to turn the tricks (Damn, ayy, ayy, ayy,
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| ayy, ayy)
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| Fuck it, mayne, life’s a bitch, we just tryna get rich (Numbers, ayy, ayy, ayy,
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| ayy, ayy)
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| I’m lookin' at the pain different (Man, for real)
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| Go hard, my nigga, we still livin' (Damn, goddamn)
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| I’m still strivin', still motivated (Man), I’m still him (I'm him)
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| It’s hard to hit a movin' target (Yeah), I calculate my steps (Uh, maneuver)
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| You gotta understand this shit (Damn, shit), you gotta pay attention (Pay
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| attention)
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| And if you gotta put your hands on her, then you ain’t pimpin' (Step it up)
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| Got it out the mud (Good job, uh), I was rarely sleepin' (Uh, what else, Larry?) |
| I never cried for the recognition (Chill, never), I went and got it (Chill)
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| You niggas pimpin', livin' with yo' mama (Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| Lyin' to the bitch (Lyin'), probably why the game watered (Bad job)
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| Boy, stop it (Man), I’m big timin' (Yeah, big timin')
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| Big chillin' (Numbers), lil' wildin' (Good job, haha, keep goin', Larry,
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| numbers)
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| New foreign (Yeah), with the title (Uh, title)
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| This time I bought it (I bought it), I really like it (For real, I’ma keep this,
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| hahaha, I like this)
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| Fifty doin' donuts (Donuts), wrist cost a storefront (Storefront)
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| Never had a tour bus (Tour bus), Uncle Larry sold what? |
| (Sold what?
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| What’s happenin'?)
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| Let’s get this money, baby, we takin' risks all crazy
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| I ain’t had a diamond on this bitch, but my wrist all crazy
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| Full throttle, head first, like a kickoff, baby
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| Send bullets, interceptions, you get picked off maybe
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| Foreign tires, I scraped 'em, yeah, I’m shinin' like greatness
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| Niggas made it through hell, it’s a blessing, I’m thankful
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| Wait, let me get it poppin', ran through thousands, thousands
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| Countin' for some hours, higher power, fuck a money counter
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| Sayonara, lemon slices with the calamari, I been goin' hard since R&R
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| I ain’t play it safe, I ain’t make a statement, this the bottom line,
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| you gotta play it raw
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| Chop us up, I’m gonna play her, love for life, five bitches, all Lara Crofts
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| I rob a nigga if he don’t lower the cost, gun flash like Mardi Gras
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| Long nights, long flights, I been grindin' my whole life
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| And I’ma keep grindin' until my wrist bustin' like strobe lights, killer
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| Say you know just what you want
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| And I know just what you need, girl, so
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| Baby, bring your bod here, here, here
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| Bring your body here
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| Not fooling around with you
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| 'Cause, baby, my love is true
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| 'Cause with you, watch this
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| In a world
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| I wanna be with you
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| 'Cause you need someone
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| Someone like me (Let's do it, killing that shit), girl
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| To stand with by your every need
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| 'Cause I don’t see (Nothing wrong), hey
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| Nothing wrong (With a little bit of bump and grind)
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| With a little bit of bump and- |