| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I don’t think they know the time
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| I don’t think they know the time
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| I don’t think they know the time
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| I don’t think they know the time
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| I don’t think they know the time
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| Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the sign
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| Heard they going for the 30 straight
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| I can’t lie, man that shit got me .38
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| Red hot, on fire
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| Glass pot, on fire
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| Red dot, on fire
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| 5 shots, on fire
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| Uh oh, your boy’s back
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| And he way too flashy, got my toys back
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| Nigga I just left the lot, I ain’t come to play
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| He pull me for my dealer tag, fuck you tryin' to say
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| Know some niggas doing 10, blame it on the yay
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| Clip hold a half a hundred, blame it on the K
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| Still the realest nigga in it, these niggas CB4
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| This is «Fuck A Nigga» records, and I’m the CEO
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| Got them stacked long and wide like some Lego blocks
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| This ain’t even my real home, this my Lego spot
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| You ever seen so much money in a duffle bag?
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| Soon as you open up the zipper, bitch the duffle brag
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| I don’t think they know the time
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| Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the sign
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| Heard they going for the 30 straight
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| I can’t lie, man that shit got me .38
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| Red hot, on fire
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| Glass pot, on fire
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| Red dot, on fire
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| 5 shots, on fire
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| I’m in that purple Lamb', looking like some dirty Sprite
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| Catchin' passes with them birds, yeah that Roddy White
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| Where I’m from them things hot, and that talk is cheap
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| And ain’t nobody hearin' shit, cause they trying to eat
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| All they can eat, buffet style
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| Nigga sellin' anything, buffet wild
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| DB9 stupid grill, yeah that overbite
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| Need me 9 stupid deals, this shit is overpriced
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| Got it vacuum sealed up, that’s to hide the scent
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| So much that if they pull you over, smell it through the vent
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| If them peoples hit the lights, I be a nervous wreck
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| When you don’t fear nothin' but the lights, now that’s a nervous check
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| I don’t think they know the time
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| Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the sign
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| Heard they going for the 30 straight
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| I can’t lie, man that shit got me .38
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| Red hot, on fire
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| Glass pot, on fire
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| Red dot, on fire
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| 5 shots, on fire
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| That black tee with them nice hoodies
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| The ski mask is my uniform
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| You know I heard your homies don’t like them
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| If they the right price I might go shootin' 'em for you
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| Take the heaters out on you hoe cakes
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| Niggas took a stand on that dope case
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| Got murked out chillin' at a bird house
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| Shoulda seen the look on that ho face
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| When we kicked the doors off the hinge
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| Niggas that don’t really go all out to win
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| Six feet deep when you catch a nigga sleep in the streets
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| Man I bet he won’t doze off again
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| Niggas took a Chevy and blowed off the lid
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| Show a hundred pounds and balled off the bitch
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| A couple hundred shots will hold off the pigs
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| 'Til my homeboy Will get home off his bid
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| I’mma still do stickups
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| Two Mossberg pumps in the pickup
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| Everybody keep your cool cause if anybody move
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| The bust shots will tear your whole clique up
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| Niggas get rushed out the ambulance lift up, lift off
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| Face in his ribcage, ripped off
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| Niggas tax 30 badges for the 36
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| I’d rather rob and steal than flip soft I’mma stay on… fire |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song .38 , by - Young Jeezy. Song from the album TM:103 Hustlerz Ambition, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп