| Okay, you know I’m with it, yeah
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| On every mission you know we ain’t missin', yeah
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| And you know we havin' ammunition, know my finger itchin'
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| Know I keep that pistol on me like it’s a tradition
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| I swear we barely had a pot to piss in, we were barely livin'
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| We were tryna get it, anybody get it
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| Yeah, now we havin' a whole lot of ammunition, yeah
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| Now we havin' a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah
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| Okay, that Draco with that drum will leave a nigga numb, huh
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| Hundred rounds get it done, all kinds of guns, huh
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| Like a pawn shop, thought I was with Jay the way my trunk rocked up
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| Big cuzz, cook it up, he say it’s all locked up
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| All heavy artillery, very high up at the embassy
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| The paralyzed feelin' me
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| Who is he? |
| Pound the fliest nigga in town
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| Play ‘round with me at 12, by 3 he was found
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| Two, two, three take a tree down, we smoke a tree down
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| Let your bitch catch my kids, yeah, that’s a rebound
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| Caught her on the rebound
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| Might smoke a pound with Pound
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| A hundred rounds outta town
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| Like fifty thou' for my crown
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| I told him, boy, better not play son
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| Get your face done
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| All black, looking like Akon
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| With more than eight guns
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| Said these bullets bigger than Faizon
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| Livin' wet as a pond
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| Pull out that problem, give 'em somethin' to hate on
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| My nigga 'bout to beat the trial, yeah, they gon' hate on 'em
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| And if I want you dead, I get my boys to lay on 'em
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| Where I come from, niggas got a lot of hunger
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| If you got it, they gon' want you
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| So you gotta keep it on you
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| Okay, you know I’m with it, yeah
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| On every mission you know we ain’t missin', yeah
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| And you know we havin' ammunition, know my finger itchin'
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| Know I keep that pistol on me like it’s a tradition
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| I swear we barely had a pot to piss in, we were barely livin'
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| We were tryna get it, anybody get it
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| Yeah, now we havin' a whole lot of ammunition, yeah
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| Now we havin' a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah
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| Drum, Draco holdin' a drum, nigga, we got plenty drums
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| Two, two, three got drums, nigga
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| We pull up with drums, where you from, nigga?
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| Yeah, if you ain’t from 'round here, you better not come, nigga, yeah
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| Balmain with them shines in 'em, know we ridin' with 'em
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| Probably never ride rental, only if we slidin' in ‘em, yeah
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| We got so many Glocks, three fifty-seven blocks
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| Three fifty-seven pops and everybody drops
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| You already know what’s happenin', hoe
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| Pull up with like twenty MACS like we robbed the Apple Store
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| Fill a nigga up with the pump like we in Amoco
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| Rapper of the year, slayin' trapper of the year, I get that pack, it disappear
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| Uh, see this the fastest one right here
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| And I don’t like to front, but yeah, my engine in the rear
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| If I get mentioned, then you killed
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| Big fence around the crib, I got your pension in my ear
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| Keep your distance, I don’t feel ya
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| Ayy, Pound got that AR and that R8
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| Know I’m in that i8 with that 308, don’t violate
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| Broad day, shootout broad day, we can go all day
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| I go to sleep, wake up the same way
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| Okay, you know I’m with it, yeah
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| On every mission you know we ain’t missin', yeah
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| And you know we havin' ammunition, know my finger itchin'
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| Know I keep that pistol on me like it’s a tradition
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| I swear we barely had a pot to piss in, we were barely livin'
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| We were tryna get it, anybody get it
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| Yeah, now we havin' a whole lot of ammunition, yeah
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| Now we havin' a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah
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| Drum, Draco holdin' a drum, nigga, we got plenty drums
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| Two, two, three got drums, nigga
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| We pull up with drums, where you from, nigga?
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| We pull up with drums, where you from, nigga? |