| I know pops
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| (Murder after murder)
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| Back to back
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| (Know who run that motherfuckin' gang nigga)
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| (Ain't none of my niggas crash)
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| (And that’s something you don’t too motherfuckin' top nigga)
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| Montana, I’ma stand on that
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| I got it on my mind, yeah
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| Whole lotta bullets flyin', yeah
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| All my niggas slangin' iron, yeah
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| On my mama I ain’t lyin', yeah
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| These niggas be bitches, these bitches with 'em in disguise
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| They claimin' that they real but I can see it in they eyes
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| You know I’m out that gang and you know that I won’t stop
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| Don’t go against the grain, bitch we headed to the top
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| You bitches don’t want war with us
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| You niggas don’t want war with us
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| You bitches don’t want war with us
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| I’m screamin' «Who want war with us?»
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| Seven murders in one week, bitch it’s crucial and it’s wicked
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| Body after body, ain’t no help up in my city
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| Homicide, you gon' die if you stuntin' like you with it
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| Got 'em slippin', blowed his brains out, nobody said who did it
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| Now word around town, niggas say that I’ma get it
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| Some nigga told Cordasha they gon' put one in my fitted
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| Nigga all I know is murder, swear to God that I’m with it
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| And everything I talk up in my songs, you know I live it
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| We keep a gun on all of us, you know that I’ma spit it
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| They say that they want all of us, we right here in the city
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| You bitches don’t want war with us, everybody gon' get it
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| Want a nigga for to follow us and he gon' end up missin'
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| Yeah, four choppas in the car, 400 shots up in the rental
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| My niggas ready for to spin, you know that I’ll send 'em
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| Confidential, I’ll never speak on who had killed him
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| And don’t think that we ain’t gon' get you cause you stay in Denham
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| I got it on my mind, yeah
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| You know that I ain’t hidin', yeah
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| I keep a gun when I be ridin', yeah
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| It’s gon' be a homicide, yeah
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| These niggas be bitches, these bitches with 'em in disguise
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| They claimin' that they real but I can see it in they eyes
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| You know I’m out that gang and you know that I won’t stop
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| Don’t go against the grain, bitch we headed to the top
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| You bitches don’t want war with us
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| You niggas don’t want war with us
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| You bitches don’t want war with us
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| I’m screamin' «Who want war with us?»
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| My lil' dog, he go to work, he don’t be fuckin' with nobody
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| You gon' die since you put a bullet up inside his body
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| All through Baton Rouge, nigga we been ridin' with them choppas
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| If I catch him, I’ma pop him, give a fuck 'bout what they hollerin'
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| Since I was a baby I was born to be violent
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| I’ma bust yo' fuckin' head and my confidence on highly
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| I be thinkin' 'bout killin' a nigga every time I’m smilin'
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| All my niggas wildin'
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| My girl be scared but she know that I’m bout it
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| Montana out his body, sayin' a nigga ain’t gon' fuck with us
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| Baby Joe be thuggin' nigga knowin' that it’s up with us
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| Cross me and it’s stuck with us
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| We 'bout beef and niggas know that we ain’t squashin' nothin'
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| Until we even, bitch
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| I got it on my mind, yeah
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| Whole lotta niggas dyin', yeah
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| All my niggas slangin' iron, yeah
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| On my mama I ain’t lyin', yeah
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| You bitches don’t want war with us
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| You niggas don’t want war with us
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| You niggas don’t want war with us
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| I’m screamin' «Who want war with us?»
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| You know what it is nigga
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| Murder gang
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| Ain’t too long
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| Ain’t too long until I’m gone
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| Ain’t too long until we get what we been workin' for, believe that
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| Slime |