| (Special Report, straight in from Hong Kong
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| Godzilla spotted in the Pacific
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| Heading straight for California
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| Run for your liiiives!)
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| You niggas been created a monster
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| I choke ya like a anaconda, stomp ya Pop you with the chopper, slap a helicopter out the sky, partna
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| You don’t want no drama with the mobster
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| Where your ammo and your armour? |
| Breathe fire, spit lava
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| My shit hotter, you fall off like Spin Doctors
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| The rims on the Benz spin proper
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| If it’s a black Madonna model chick I been knocked her
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| And fuck a record deal, once you flop they gon’drop ya Smoke-A-Lot, you can’t stop us Platinum dragon Rockwell, dank and vodka, hate impostors
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| Me and J the new Sammy Davis and Frank Sinatra
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| The godfather of the South signed Yukmouth
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| I’m thugged the fuck out, moved birds our the drug house
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| Now celebrity broads get dugged out
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| Luxury cars is dubbed out, I pull the truck out the plush house
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| I gives a fuck about the fame, give me boss scrilla
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| The worldwide mob figure, keep it Godzilla
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| Godzilla
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| (Boss up and do it big)
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| Big money, big cars, big jewelry, big crib
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| Keep it Godzilla
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| (Off top I think big)
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| Think money, think cars, think jewerly, think crib
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| Mashin, mashin in my Benzo coupe
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| From out the window poof!
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| The chronic smoke let the criminal loose
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| I’m stompin in my Timbo boots
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| Every club I get my Indo and my pistol through
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| My goons resemble the Gooch, got niggas scared
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| The way we make the paper make haters have nightmares
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| At every event me and my niggas right there
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| With them Grey Goose bottles in the air, no Belvedere
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| Get it clear, it’s our year, so boss yourself up You got three minutes before this crew self-destruct
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| And prove yourself, step it up before you step to Yuk
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| Remember I’m Godzilla, I crush your Lexus truck
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| You niggas know who we are, nigga, I ball like a star
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| Buy out the bar, smoke chronic-filled cigars
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| Platinum CL’s, Spreewells on the car
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| (?) bezel attract females from afar
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| House off the water so my kids can live like a baller
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| I used to serve bricks tryin to live like my father
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| End up in the pen like my father
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| Learned to pimp my pin like a author
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| Cop the Benz and the prala
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| Hummers in the summer, rock minks every winter
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| In Virginia, the most beautifullest thing — I get in ya Serve ya like a bartender, fuck a next contender
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| One phrase will end ya, to the grave I send ya Remember Godzilla pull up on dub spinners
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| I raised in the Villa, ain’t nothin but thug in us Gangsteres and drug dealers, killers that bust a slug in a Punk nigga, hustle for scrilla, don’t give a fuck, nigga
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| Life is based on money and hoes
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| What type of vehicle you roll, is your necklace froze?
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| If so, the bitches chose, your dick they rode
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| Keep it Godzilla, my nigga, go get that dough |