| You can smoke one to the head to this
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| Rizin Sun, Young Buck (What), First Born (What), and D-Tay
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| Them four hard hitters nigga and we back
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| Another dope track, know what I’m sayin' what yo
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| Yo we them hard hitters
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| Them drag you out the yard niggas
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| Bout to squab triggers
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| That leave you in the dark nigga
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| We raw nigga
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| Them same superstar nigga
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| Them anytime goin' right ain’t no bar nigga
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| We blow figures
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| To show you who the boss nigga
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| That drops niggas
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| With the chrome Moss nigga
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| You lost nigga
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| See T.I.P. |
| don’t like the game
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| Ya get outta line and T.I.P. |
| gon' like they aim
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| Is it my turn to show them niggas we be stars on tracks
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| Start up beef, we in yo front yard with gats
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| So don’t go with that, we leave you flat paralyzed from the neck
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| With a motherfuckin' hole in ya back
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| It ain’t my fault if you balled hard
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| Start slimin' up the walls, leave him in his draws
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| Nigga you know the protocol
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| We were born for hard ball
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| Stealin' cars and livin' life hard ya heard me
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| If y’all gon' ride with me, get high with me
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| Then go and get the straps nigga gunfire with me
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| You’ll die quickly, when we apply all fifty
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| My real niggas, hard hitters they ride with me
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| If y’all gon' ride with me, get high with me
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| Then go and get the straps nigga gunfire with me
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| You’ll die quickly, when we apply all fifty
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| My real niggas, hard hitters they die with me
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| We did it all in our lifetime
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| Dealin' drugs, bustin' them slugs
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| Runnin' with thugs, when it get down to them broads
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| They ain’t showin' no love
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| Put his face in the mud
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| Fuckin' with the hard hitters, D-Tay my nigga
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| Got contracts to get 'em, lyrical spitter
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| We slaved on the figures found out who’s better
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| From Nashville to Chucktown we go round for round
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| City to city and then we knock it down
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| Yeah we’ll lock it down
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| Then we hit these niggas spot up with fifty rounds
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| The best pound for pound
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| Representin' the town
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| That’ll clown when it’s time for the showdown, better slow down
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| (D-Tay unload the four pound)
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| This shit’s about to go down nigga
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| Whoa now leave these niggas shit tore down
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| Whole town be locked down
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| Got the whole world shocked now
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| T.I.P. |
| on top now
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| I’ll put it all on the line for these gangsta ass niggas of mine
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| First Born, D-Tay we hard hitters combined
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| Talk shit and ya dyin' if ya think that I’m lyin'
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| Ask that nigga named Bryan, caught six in the spine
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| And we ain’t hard to find we just sleep in the daytime
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| After the sunshine we duckin' for war time
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| You said you want what now
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| See go to war nigga, hard hitters we buck wild
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| Just us four niggas
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| See we live for gunfire, kick in ya door nigga
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| If we come at lunchtime, we afternoon killers
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| Who that playa with mine
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| Must be some new niggas
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| Who done did some time and wanna mitch new figures
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| Get the tools niggas, let’s show the world how we abuse niggas
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| Cock back the hammer and just shoot nigga
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| All for the loot nigga
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| We ain’t no cute niggas
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| Tryin' to knock boots nigga
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| We out here choosin' nigga |