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Click click bang he, he, he |
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I'm sick of niggaz trying to shoot the big six |
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But when the shit jumps off the nigga plays the big bitch |
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And that's the problem with the nation of blacks |
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Too slow with your motherfucking hands so you grab your gats |
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And listen to the gangsta music |
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You got a glock-ten in your lap but you scared to use it |
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You's a motherfucking stud |
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Letting all your homies know you bought another gun |
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Suppose they tried to pack you, dropped your dick in the dirt |
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And know exactly how to send it at you |
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Trying to work your way into the big clique |
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And that's the main reason young niggaz die quick |
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Living in this fast shit and trying to have a bad bit |
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But what you niggaz know about a bank roll |
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Tricking off the money you made with them stank hoes |
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Think about it quick quick and raise up bitch |
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Now the niggaz I run with are down brothers |
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And ready to die for a motherfucker |
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So when you want to step mate |
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I'm a bust you dead in your ass with this twelve gauge |
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I ain't your ordinary villain |
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Some niggaz was born dying I was born killing |
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So gather up your army G |
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'Cos that's what it's going to take to stop a nigga like me |
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'Cos I'm coming at you full force nigga |
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I hope you got some real niggaz on the trigger |
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'Cos I be rolling like a hustler |
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And since you got gats you better use them motherfuckers |
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Sparking nines at a drastic pace |
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Taking orders from a motherfucking basket case |
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So when my nine goes pop |
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Boy you better shit and get your ass up off the pot |
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Fuck 'em up listen to my glock click |
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Now raise up bitch |
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So niggaz don't fuck with me |
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'Cos I'm a run the whole ninety motherfucking three |
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And the rest of the years to come |
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So bitches bring it on if you motherfuckers want some |
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And I'm a break you off a big piece |
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'Cos niggaz can't fuck with the big chief |
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Attention motherfuckers about face |
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Salute the one that the people call scarface |
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Still quick to hit them up, quick to get them up |
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Quick to not give a fuck, never bringing the false shit |
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I left the mic for a year and I still ain't lost it |
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Still running them down, gunning them down |
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Yeah, 'cos real niggaz going to clown |
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So put your crown on since you're bigger |
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And let me take care of my business nigga |
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The bigger the nigga the bigger the cap |
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The bigger the bullet the bigger the fucking gatt |
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So step up with that hoe shit and I'm a empty the whole clip |
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Ain't no running like a rabbit |
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'Cos I'm a let you motherfuckers have it |
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Let the motherfucker blast |
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And bring your hat to your motherfucking ass |
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'cos niggaz ain't true to it, you're new to it |
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And don't know what to do to it |
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But I ain't never had that kind of luck |
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If you're scared to bite the bullet then raise the fuck |
