| Aye
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| Aye, they might could do it better
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| I ain’t trippin' off all that shit
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| Used to be broke but now I’m rich, I’m spendin' every penny
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| 2Pac Shakur, ridin' through the North up in the Bentley
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| Curtis Jackson ain’t no actin' when I’m on a mission
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| Tryna assassinate my character, I ain’t say I did it
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| Nigga, you got that yayo? |
| (well cook somethin' nigga)
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| Nigga, you let them Ks go? |
| (well bust somethin' nigga)
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| Oh, you duckin' them laws? |
| (you better run from them nigga)
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| Oh, you playin' with that raw? |
| (well look here, front some nigga)
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| The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha
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| The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha
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| The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha
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| The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha
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| Whole lotta killing, Helter Skelter like I’m Charles Manson
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| These niggas hatin' now keep that hammer, all these diamonds dancin'
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| Me and Meek Mill watchin' movies in Rick Ross mansion
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| You disrespect, I up the TEC and let you niggas have it
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| 23 shots, Lebron James I shoot the cavalier
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| These niggas speakin' on my name I’ma get it clear
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| When they shot, they aimed for my brain but I’m still here
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| I’m a Bad Boy, never met Diddy but that’s what it is
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| Used to be broke but now I’m rich, I’m spendin' every penny
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| 2Pac Shakur, ridin' through the North up in the Bentley
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| Curtis Jackson ain’t no actin' when I’m on a mission
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| Tryna assassinate my character, I ain’t say I did it
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| Nigga, you got that yayo? |
| (well cook somethin' nigga)
|
| Nigga, you let them Ks go? |
| (well bust somethin' nigga)
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| Oh, you duckin' them laws? |
| (you better run from them nigga)
|
| Oh, you playin' with that raw? |
| (well look here, front some nigga)
|
| The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha
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| The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha
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| The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha
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| The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha
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| I’m in the all white Porsche with' heat ridin' through Hollygrove
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| Discussin' 'bout what it’s gon' take to get them birds gone
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| Say «look, lil' daddy,"I ain’t your whoadie, make me bust your dome
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| Got a 100 shots up in the Caddy while I’m headed home
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| My lil' hitter quiet like Slim, we gon' shoot above the rim
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| We gon' pop 'em when we see 'em
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| Whip his pockets 'fore we kill 'em
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| We got the police on our trail, so we runnin' when we see 'em
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| Don’t wanna front us no heroin, we gon' rob 'em when we see 'em, bitch
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| Police hit our stash house but we ain’t closing shop
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| They got some niggas movin' work to stay right up the block
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| Knock on the door, I need a zone yeah I got the guap
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| Soon as he open up the door, he gon' see the Glock
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| Nigga, you got that yayo? |
| (well cook somethin' nigga)
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| Nigga, you let them Ks go? |
| (well bust somethin' nigga)
|
| Oh, you duckin' them laws? |
| (you better run from them nigga)
|
| Oh, you playin' with that raw? |
| (well look here, front some nigga)
|
| The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha
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| The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha
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| The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha
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| The block is hot, the block is hot, ha-ha |