| I hit the club with a crew of niggas
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| What it do nigga, what it do nigga
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| You wanna fight, I wanna shoot a nigga
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| What it do nigga, what it do nigga
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| You disrespect me I’mma bruise a nigga
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| What it do nigga, what it do nigga
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| Think I’m a punk, come and prove it nigga
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| What it do nigga, what it do nigga
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| Fuck a ho nigga, fuck a ho nigga
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| Fuck a ho nigga, fuck a ho nigga
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| Fuck a bitch nigga, fuck a bitch nigga
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| Fuck a bitch nigga, fuck a bitch nigga
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| Fall in the club crunk, drunk and I’m feeling good
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| Bouncin and throwin bows, clownin and reppin the hood
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| Start somethin boy I wish a muh fucka would
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| Run up on me, I’mma show you it ain’t all good
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| Nigga we stay crunk in the club
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| Remy and Hpnotiq keep us drunk in the club
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| 9 milli’s and 40 cal’s tucked in the club
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| E-Roc don’t give a fuck, I will bust in the club
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| What it do, I will murder you chumps
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| You feeling like «Kriss Kross» then bitch nigga «Jump»
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| Uhh, left hook, right cross gone drop ya
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| All upside yo head with Champagne and Heinekin bottles
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| What it do my nigga we can thug it out
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| Mac 11's, AK’s we can slug it out
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| I give a fuck about a bitch nigga and his crew
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| Let’s tear the club up bitch nigga what it do
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| What it do, bitch.
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| 6−5 Villa, 6−9 Villa, bonified killas
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| We supply the villas, West side nigga
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| Recognize the reala, I’d die for my scrilla, surprise niggas!
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| I let the led bust, niggas step yo bread up
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| Talk shit til I’m fed up and get yo fuckin head bust
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| They throwin elbows dog I’m throwin bottles at em
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| My nigga just got parolled, I threw a model at em
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| Beef? |
| I holla at em, with semi automatic weapons
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| Fuck what you stressin, get lit up wit AK 47's
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| I «Ryde or Die» like «Swizz Beatz»
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| So miss with the bullshit, all these bullets gone turn yo ass to swiss cheese
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| Don’t check me nigga check yo bitch
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| I hit niggas with bar stools like a western flick
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| Test the click and get whooped on, look at me worng and get hooked on
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| The Art of War, I read the book on
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| Alright you punk pussy ass niggas get the fuck up out my way
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| I’ve been havin a bad year, fuck havin a bad day
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| They gave my right hand 8, the mutha fuckin state
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| My team is fallin off so now these niggas wanna hate
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| I can see it in they eyes, I hear it in they songs
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| They just frontin like some pea cocks, too god damn long
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| For the record let me say it, so ho don’t get it crossed
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| Tryin to take the crown from the king, you gone take a fuckin loss
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| A V.I.P. |
| nigga get in clubs through back do’s
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| Strap in hand, I run up in the dance flo' and smack hoes
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| Pistol whip security, put hands on the owner
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| Kick the DJ in his face and slap his ass with a Corona
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| I dragged the bar tender cross the stage til he passed out
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| The first nigga touch me mayne I’m knockin his ass out
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| Say Yuk hold his right arm, E-Roc hold his left
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| Keep him up, don’t let him fall, I’m bout to beat this bitch to death |