| Come to little Mexico you won’t survive
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| Cause all these other rappers all they rap is lies
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| I wonder, can they wrap a brick in the jugg house
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| Don’t know what a brick weigh so why you rap about it
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| I’m bout to put you rappers in the jugg house
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| See if you can work a scale, or work a block
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| You ain’t from the streets so why you rap about it
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| Fake rappers wouldn’t last a day on my block
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| Fake rappers, welcome to my jugg house
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| Do you really live that life you rappin` bout
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| I know you don’t, so what the fuck you talkin` bout
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| 36 O`s, and them bells, come and cash-out
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| I dun seen a lot, out them dirty pots
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| You know yo shit gonna flop if you don’t touch that block
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| Them falcon`s flew in, you know they came in flock
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| Word on the streets, you rappers ain’t got no guap
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| Word to my momma I rap what I’m bout
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| One day shawty they goin` hand it out
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| Straight from the booth to the jugg house
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| Nigga you just rappin, I just flood the drought
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| Them folk`s hit the corner nig` what would you do
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| I ain’t talkin bout the police but the robbin' crew
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| He dun lost his budd man that nigga through
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| House full of pounds I just ran threw
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| We put that L.A. Reid money in the trap
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| Free band we plugged up, we got packs-on-packs
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| Them black migo`s jugs a whole lot of racks
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| The streets vouching for me all across the map
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| You can hear it in my voice, that I’m from the trap
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| Everyday you know I jug a different pack
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| I put you on the row see if you make it back
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| It’s too much pressure for him he won’t survive the trap
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| Fake Rappers wouldn’t last a day on my block
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| (Word on the streets these rappers ain’t got no guap)
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| Fake Rappers wouldn’t last a day on my block |