| Y’all niggas keep fuckin' around
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| Fuckin' around, fuck around, get stuck in the ground
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| I ain’t no bustas, y’all niggas better stop fuckin' wit me
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| I hit the clown in the dirt
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| Jump on the top wit a drop, that nigga down in the dirt
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| The first nigga quick to get it first
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| Call the paramedic’s 'cause the police be stealing from the hearse
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| I aim it at ya hat when I burst
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| If I don’t get a Grammy, I’m headed at the rat niggas first
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| And I’m back full of perk strap on the curb
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| Slap that bitch on the third
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| Nigga done caught with a slur, can’t see shit but a blur
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| Crank up that Chevy let her purr
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| We all from the curve bitch niggas runnin up nerve
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| I ain’t gon' let you die and I tag a man
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| Said you runnin' from the hood and I’m Pakistan
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| Bitch I’m a motherfuckin' jacka man
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| And understand when the motherfuckin' crack is stayin'
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| Y’all niggas keep fuckin' around
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| Fuckin' around, fuck around, get stuck in the ground
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| I ain’t no bustas, y’all niggas better stop fuckin' wit me
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| Y’all motherfuckers better run 'cause we got bombs
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| Plus we got guns that take off arms
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| Got a 4.4 that shoot the door and got buck loads of that 84
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| And like John Doe, hit ya city
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| Start killing every nigga who ain’t feelin this rhyme
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| And ain’t feelin this vibe
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| To many niggas goose necking my ride
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| But okay, my A.K. |
| fully
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| Y’all niggas watch how you step to me
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| And y’all young niggas back the fuck up
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| And don’t make me act the fuck up
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| 'Cause its a another war, I’ll kill every motherfucker that y’all know
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| That’s yo ma, pa, sister n law, yo' daddy, yo' dog and yo' hoe
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| Now I ain’t claim to be a saint and no goddamn serial killer
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| I just wanna know my nigga what made you disrespect a nigga
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| What you thought I was buster, sucker, a rapper or actor
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| Nigga rat to the cracker yep they’ll protect ya but one day fuck nigga I’m
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| Gon catch ya
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| Y’all niggas keep fuckin' around
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| Fuckin' around, fuck around, get stuck in the ground
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| I ain’t no bustas, y’all niggas better stop fuckin' wit me
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| Been got my B’s got my cheese
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| Fuck nigga you don’t play wit G'
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| Cock back aim and squeeze
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| Now ya ass on the ground wit the trees
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| My ole boy didn’t raise no snitch
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| My ole girl didn’t raise no bitch
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| You outta line I’ll kill you bitch
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| Now put that shit on my chick
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| Man, I pull bout 26 bitches
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| Gotta perk shit 26 inches
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| On the concrete nigga
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| Gotta lace on the concrete nigga
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| At least when I rap a lot
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| Break down O’s in the trap a lot
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| Fuck nigga, I got crip for days
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| Slip n Slide wit dem boys from Dade
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| 305 to the 404, G shit we’ll take ya hoe
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| Look dog we’ll take ya bricks
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| Fuck you nigga I hope it’s worth it
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| Spray ya ass like a job from perfect
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| Gay man suck a dick A-T-L, Dade County and Trick
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| Y’all niggas keep fuckin' around
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| Fuckin' around, fuck around, get stuck in the ground
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| I ain’t no bustas, y’all niggas better stop fuckin' wit me
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| Y’all suck ass niggas keep playin' wit me
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| Fuck around see me with AK in the streets
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| Start bussin' makin' motherfuckers lay in the streets
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| All 'cause of what a nigga say on the beat
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| Look I’ma G that’s sayin' the least
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| From trappin' to sprayin' the heat to wearin' the key
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| Instead of all that attention you were payin' to me
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| You should have been mindin' ya business and keepin' it pimpin'
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| But I know most niggas ain’t built like that
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| Just know old niggas get killed like that
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| You don’t wanna fuck around with Tip like that
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| Look Flip when the body bag zip that’s that
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| Niggas wanna talk shit and cock deuce
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| Wit this fully automatic Mack 10's start shootin'
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| So you can run hide and tell lies if you want to
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| But when I fuck around and run up on you
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| What you gon' do? |