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Geah |
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Brrrr stick 'em hahaha stick 'em... |
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Half ounce one time stick 'em |
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Geah |
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You know how the fuck we do it, c'mon |
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Y'all remember that old school shit, geah |
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Get 'em |
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C'mon |
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Your block is mine bitch back up |
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We run the whole fucking world chips stack up (chin chin) |
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We've been |
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Gettin in where we fit in since the old days |
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L.t.d.'s rode bopping the o'jays |
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Gun place, crime place, one time swoop |
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Strawberries in the back - at the 70's coupe |
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Giving head like a chicken plucked |
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Four niggas one bitch, everybody fucking |
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From selling my |
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Crack on the corner, packing, bailing my straps |
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Got a |
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Million reasons so it be's the killin season, moves the crowd |
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As the bullets hit with no names |
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Connects the dots echos through the ghetto hot |
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Flies like an eagle |
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Becomes the strap by the motherfuckin regal |
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Tinted windows |
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Tyres spin fast up out yo' set |
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Next week right back to see who we can get |
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You want yo' chin checked (ping) |
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Fools just gimme a car |
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We got yo' ass when we see you r.i.p. on the wall |
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The way i'm livin don't give no hail low |
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One times i stay low |
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Want pay no compton, no play no |
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Hit the round when we start blastin |
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Out the back door |
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Before they send the ???? in (get up) |
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We niggas fo' hire |
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Bustin (boom) |
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We bust back (boom), return the fire, get' em |
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Brrrrrrr stick 'em hahaha stick'em... |
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Half ounce one time stick 'em |
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Geah |
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Bails around twelve o'clock |
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Roam my block with the glock |
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Keeps the world nicely stash |
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From neighbourhood watch |
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Walks the rocks |
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Dope fiends makes my pay |
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Late nite hype to fiends so they walk this way |
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24 is the delivery |
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And if you want that bomb shit come and spend with me |
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Killas been with me |
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Two top tree (geah) |
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Cars deep from the streets a diploma |
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Endo aroma |
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In a coma trauma center, slugs hit your body |
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Mentality's too sick when we leave the party |
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Makes to clean ghetto way got yo' spot on quire |
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Shootin a sheriff, we wired so you best not try it |
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In my life time i find a fuckin need |
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To be paper down red bones chronic weed |
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With speed |
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A nigga commits to - cluck his dope |
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One time's trying to stop the paper chase fo' sho' |
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Oh no ain't no escaping of the ghetto bird |
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As they fly in fast the 5-0 swerve |
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Niggas need to listen: pay attention |
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For the money on a mission |
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Niggas fo' hire 'turn the fire, geah |
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(chorus) |
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Feds gettin closer |
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I'm peepin |
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My girl touched me on my shoulder (wake up) |
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While i'm sleeping |
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They creepin |
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No worry, grabs the stash and ????? |
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No assistance pick up excepts the cash |
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Baby keep yo' head down low |
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Tear gas through the window, hits the floor |
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Grabs the mask - to the face, you know the s-k clan |
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You grabs to with two mill, the glock in my hand |
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Tear gas make a nigga weaker |
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Feds talkin much shit on the loud speaker |
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To the lexus jeep |
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I heard this: she put to keep up |
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Told my baby duck down cause i'm about to sweep up |
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Whole lotta niggas in my damn way |
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Guarantee to keep spittin |
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This is payback day |
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Makes my pay |
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Fast getaway (geah) |
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Niggas fo' hire |
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Bust back we return the fire (get 'em) |
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Half ounce one time |
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Stick 'em |
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Eihthype one time |
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Geah |
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Stick 'em |