| Hey! |
| I went to school with them pussy ass niggas
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| They ain’t worth shit,
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| Man I remember when that nigga used to be ridin' in that fucked up ass Pontiac
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| And that shit was god damn sittin' outside
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| He had it posted up like that mother fucker was hard
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| That nigga ain’t hard, that no hand ass nigga who he be runnin' with
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| That nigga ain’t shit neither, he was up at south side
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| Big Boi poppin' cause he made that Bankhead Bounce shit
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| I almost slapped his punk ass one day in the lunch room
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| Then, god damn I seen god damn Eric’s crippled ass walking down the street
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| Talkin' bout he need a ride, what kinda nigga need a ride?
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| They made whistle while you twurk, And that’s functionin'
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| Ain’t these some hatin' ass niggas? |
| Now look at this shit,
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| I asked that nigga to run me up the street when he got that god damn Impala
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| He said noh, now that was some fucked up ass shit
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| Them all pussy ass niggas can suck my dick! |
| (Faggots)
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| A cold back mother fucker from the 6 zone
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| The same crippled mother fucker got picked on
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| Now I ain’t never even really have shit, holmes
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| But a hard time and coal in my spit, holmes
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| Now I started rockin' shit that I wasn’t with, holmes
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| Made some label me a bitch, holmes
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| The only plan is I’m bout to get rich, holmes
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| If u don’t like what I’m sayin', suck my dick, holmes!
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| Poppin' pills till niggas droppin' and fallin' off the fuckin' block
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| Some niggas doin' good and some niggas on crack rocks
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| Some of these niggas make a betta livin' in the game
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| Some of these niggas may try but it seems they cant
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| Cuz when they come down, they see this shit get hard
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| I know you try to be a man but that shit get hard
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| If you got it on your chest nigga speak your mind
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| In your ass get it wrong, you gonna meet by nine! |
| (Now)
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| I remember when that nigga D-roc's mama used to be candy lady
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| That nigga had to go come strait home from school
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| And could never go outside and play
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| That lil' punk ass boy, I always told him he wasn’t never gon' blow up in this
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| shit
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| But he still wanna be in this shit and he start runnin' with god damn Kaine
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| Like they were really gon blow up being the Ying Yang Twins
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| Them all punk ass niggas! |
| (Where your handicaps sign at?)
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| Bustas hustlas nothin' else but bustas
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| Clustlas on a nigga pinky make em mug us
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| Grills, my squad conceal upon here
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| Clips, they gats conceal upon here
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| Off the river deep down with crip then be quiet
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| Known from the east to the fuckin' west side
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| Nigga down to ride cuz I’m soldierfied
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| Never swallow my pride if you be chappin my hide
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| Look nigga I’m gon run your bone and try to get with
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| To put this shit in, now he shaken like a bitch
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| Fuck that shit, a nigga say he tryin' to sound like me
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| So I’m gon bust you in the lip and then we stoppin' the freak
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| Now you’re at a low of words cause the cat
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| Got your tongue with the gat
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| Got your mouth wide open, so who wanna… Oh u think your The Don?!
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| Ha ha; |
| that ain’t so, now this real nigga done stepped in to let you fuckin'
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| know!
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| Hey, you remember that nigga Eric used to be walkin' tall
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| He walkin' tall, god he got em beat, he got them gold’s
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| He think his pockets swole
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| Them niggas still ain’t got it goin' on
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| He walkin' around Capital Homes like a lil punk ass boy
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| I used to give him his way all the time, he just loved talkin' shit
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| Now he think he walkin' tall
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| Cuz he god damn made Whistle While You Twurk! |
| (I heard he still stay wit this
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| mama)
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| Middle of the road ah
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| Watch out for them rollas
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| Pimpin' Glock, totas
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| Thick like soldiers
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| If ya’ll ain’t ready, ya’ll gon get it
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| You bitch ass niggas cant really fuck with it
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| Better watch out for them boys
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| Steady creeping up on the map
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| Wherever I stop and rest, best believe I’m gon' to snap
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| We comin' up with nothin but hits now them niggas wanna hate us
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| We already on the top of that shit so them niggas cant break us
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| Drop you like a tree, sting you like a bee
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| You make me mad now I’m knockin' out your fuckin' teeth
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| We can take it to the streets, If you ready then its on
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| Beat you like your daddy then send your ass home
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| A dead man walkin', a deaf nigga listenin' |
| A blind nigga lookin', a crippled nigga flippin'
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| No leg nigga runnin', a no hand nigga slap ya
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| That’s some fucked up shit if no hand nigga slap ya! |
| (Ha)
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| That nigga must be tellin' the truth cuz he a no hand ass mother fucker
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| Tried to slap me with that mother fucker but he missed
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| I already knew that mother fucker wasn’t shit when he first said that shit
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| That all punk ass boy, And then when that god damn car Eric had broke down
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| comin' down the street
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| That mother fucker just fell, that was some funny ass shit boy
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| Yea! |
| And then we when we ran that punk ass nigga out from South Side?
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| And god damn he ran straight up to his crib in the complete other alley
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| How come this mother fucker hadn’t learned yet
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| That was some fucked up ass shit, It was funny though
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| It was funny to me cuz this mother fucker think this other nigga gonna help him
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| And everybody started turnin' their back on him I already knew he wasn’t shit
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| and he never gon be
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| shit and he ain’t never gon mount to shit!
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| Fuck the Ying Yang Twins! |
| They ain’t shit
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| they ain’t ridin on dubs! |
| They ain’t shit
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| they got them gold’s in they mouth, but they ain’t shit
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| they ain’t shit! |
| They ain’t shit!
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| Fuck the Ying Yang Twins! |
| They ain’t shit
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| They ain’t ridin on dubs! |
| They ain’t shit
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| they got them gold’s in they mouth, but they ain’t shit
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| they ain’t shit! |
| They ain’t shit!
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| Fuck the Ying Yang Twins! |
| They ain’t shit
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| they ain’t ridin on dubs! |
| They ain’t shit
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| they got them gold’s in they mouth, but they ain’t shit
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| they ain’t shit! |
| They ain’t shit!
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| Fuck the Ying Yang Twins! |