| (Alright, testing, testing, testing
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| Hey, is this thing on?!
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| Testing! |
| Test… Is this thing on?
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| Can you hear me back there?
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| Yeah, well, then shut up!
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| Alright? |
| Hey, listen)
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| Is that him in the studio?
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| These dudes better stay in they lanes
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| And keep they brains on the right track
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| Now you got a check that you can’t cash
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| And you let your mouth write that
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| We ain’t playing, man, the shit get real
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| Talk slick, get your life snatched
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| And don’t rest, better guard ya grill
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| That’s how it is, cause it’s like that
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| Yeah, I move blocks to rude pops and dude drops
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| I’m too hot; |
| mix J, Big, and 2Pac
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| So move not, I’m way big and dude shot
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| Your crew watch, I’m hot bitch and you not
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| I’m not a fake, not a
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| Nigga that’ll pop shit about my cake, holla
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| Make dollars
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| But you perp, and you make nada
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| Not a man, not a cent, ho I stay propa
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| Fake scholar, they can let the tre 8's holla
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| And punk nigga, play dumb, get your face swallowed
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| You not a hustler, dogg
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| You don’t know what a half a brick means
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| In rap, you’ll get ate, like half of sixteen
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| I’ll bash your team, dang I’m sickening
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| I’m dope, plus coke that’ll smash your trip beam, man
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| Before them boys come and lump your face
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| With all that tough talkin', pump your brakes
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| Ease back shorty
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| These dudes better stay in they lanes
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| And keep they brains on the right track
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| Now you got a check that you can’t cash
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| And you let you mouth write that
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| We ain’t playin, man, the shit get real
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| Talk slick, get your life snatched
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| And don’t rest, better guard you grill
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| That’s how it is, cause it’s like that
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| Uh, your rhyming’s a waste can
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| I mean that it’s basic, look
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| The Nin' to your face
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| It’ll eat through your face, and then
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| I breeze through the place
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| No heat on my waist, but still
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| Will eat through your face
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| With knees at his face and grill
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| I’m on the move now, high price, big places
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| Leave a nigga like them hunneds, with the big face, and
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| Niggas try to act bad in them rare cases
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| Til that metal’s in they mouth, like a pair of braces
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| Big bro talk slick up in them fake lines
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| Same time, he just another fruit up in the grapevine
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| You see I laugh, clock math, cause I take time
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| And you trash, bust ass than a waistline
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| And don’t test, cause dude you’ll be losing your breath
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| Got respect like I’m moving a Tec
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| And I advise you and your crew be doing your best
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| Try and get your mind right, or we’ll be moving it left
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| Nigga
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| These dudes better stay in they lanes
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| And keep they brains on the right track
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| Now you got a check that you can’t cash
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| And you let your mouth write that
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| We ain’t playing, man, the shit get real
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| Talk slick, get your life snatched
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| And don’t rest, better guard your grill
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| That’s how it is, cause it’s like that
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| You see it’s rare that a nigga say he ball
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| And really got dough
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| Rare that he say he push coke
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| And really got blow
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| Common that he claiming that he thug
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| But he not though
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| And when do a nigga say he spit
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| And really got flow?
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| I ain’t playing around
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| Not a gangster
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| But if you cross mine, I’ll be laying 'em down
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| And you talk about poppin' your heat
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| But when the beef’s on the real OG’s
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| Will come and rock you to sleep
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| Coward
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| In my advice you should think twice
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| Before you cross the path of a real nigga, live the street life
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| Who pull cards, and they reach for they heat, right
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| And you’ll get smoked, like the trees in the peace pipe
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| Man, they put you in the dirt here
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| You steady throwin' up the set
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| But you ain’t never put in work there
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| So all that talk about the gang you bang
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| Just stay in your lane
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| Before a shot lay in your frame
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| These dudes better stay in they lanes
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| And keep they brains on the right track
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| Now you got a check that you can’t cash
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| And you let your mouth write that
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| We ain’t playing, man, the shit get real
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| Talk slick, get your life snatched
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| And don’t rest, better guard your grill
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| That’s how it is, cause it’s like that |