| Wake up, gunshots in the city
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| Hustlers on the corner, gonna get more busy
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| Gunshots, young stunna got caught up
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| Clock big numbers, too bad got started
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| Stunt now, you gonna pay later
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| Big booty girl, that’s a black mans savior
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| Swervin', hit the block and we curbin'
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| Roll real slow through the cut like a surgeon
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| Turf chick, smurf it, give you work quick
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| Get caught sippin', get sick is it worth it?
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| Hell nah, but the job fill timers
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| Got a good girl in my eyes she’s the flyest
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| Can’t sleep, streets stay heated
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| Ghetto connoisseur, i know you see it
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| Posted, while my cousins gettin' toasted
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| Got a big beat so fat you can smoke it
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| Don’t- d- don’t loose ya
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| Dont loose your head (x9!)
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| Ay, skyscrapers, high from the vapors
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| See us drop by, ain’t no way it’s gonna shake us
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| Earthquake us, shittin on the rictuhh
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| Party at the crub bring a friend her her sister
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| Cruise by, homie dudes stay fly
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| D-U-S-T in the back, lets ride
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| Dipped in the caddy, stuntin' like my daddy
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| Slouch real low, buds fall out the baggy
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| Yo in a circle, pullin' on purple
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| Flow to the show, although no rehersal
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| Got stress? |
| better let that rest
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| D-Boys get annoyed leave a VOID on your chest
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| Yes, all bad when you act too good
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| Roll with the punches i think you should
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| Get smart, we’d rather go dumb
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| Big mase in your face make your brain go numb
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| Don’t- d- don’t loose ya
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| Dont loose your head (x9!) |