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Yeah |
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Two guns up motherfucker |
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Uh huh |
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Yeah |
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Niggaz runnin around yappin with dicks in they mouth |
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My Niggaz |
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Shit is serious L.O.X. |
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Couldn't even put three niggaz togehther and come up |
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With this combination (faggot) |
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Shit is fo' real |
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Yo |
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(Styles) |
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I pack a 4 5 |
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Puff a blunt and get high |
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Don't give a fuck if I die cuz my son is alive |
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I grew up doing dumb shit that made me wise |
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Could of died ten times |
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That made me live |
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Sell my soul |
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Not for no cars and gold |
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I been through it cuz my scars is old |
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Remember the time |
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I used to puff dimes |
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And think the law was cold |
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Back then when my mom played my father's role |
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Now I'm a man |
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Runnin with a gun in the vest |
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It feel good with my son on my chest |
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I wanna quit |
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But I'm one of the best |
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Fuck around I might run to the west |
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Lay low and get blunted to death |
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Niggaz is wack |
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I can't say it plainer than that |
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Dog you shine in the front but it rain in the back |
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Fuck the middle |
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Cuz the middle do alot and a little |
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Stuck in between but y'all niggaz won't see the riddle |
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Settle for less |
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A general but don't meddle my chest |
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Die for my niggas nevertheless |
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Can't find a nigga better than this |
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Kiss and the Louch |
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Every man ahead of the group |
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Regretting the coup |
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Y'all niggas want the red in my boots |
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Hole in my shirt |
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Twist a nigga wig and leave me dead in the dirt |
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I see the rollie not move but the shit still work |
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Motherfucker that'll make you a jerk |
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Cocksucker |
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Ay yo what y'all gon do now |
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Y'all fucked up now |
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Niggas |
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How deep is your crew now |
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Y'all fucked up now |
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Don't make us heat you down (you know what I'm sayin ?diego?) |
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Y'all fucked up now (This aint no fuckin joke niggas is hungry) |
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We the nicest niggas around (Fuck is wrong) |
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Y'all fucked up now (yeah yeah ay yo ay yo ay yo) |
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(Sheek) |
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I pay off blue suits thats Sucio |
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And I put drugs in my girl koochie yo |
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A bad bitch that kill |
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So when you put the dogs on her you smell Massengill Summer's Eve |
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Puttin drugs in coffee hip to the D's |
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I play smarter |
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That's why my flights now be charter |
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Ten seater |
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What you know about a Porsche at a meter |
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Next to koochie freak those |
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Tickets keep those |
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And you can mail to my postbox down in Melrose |
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I aint the nigga that you see |
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Posted on cop walls |
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I'm that eighteen and up |
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Mamis on my balls |
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Y'all can't figure the great one |
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Sheek be Jason |
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Not cops |
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But that legendary nigga my pops |
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I bust shots like bums at a bar but far |
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>From a lush |
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Everything about this cat be plush |
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And I'm quick to do dirt since I'm through your shirt |
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Like nothing |
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Lift a arm I hit those under your wing |
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Yo why you following this cat |
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Hey he about to get pushed back |
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You could poke your chest out in the street |
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That's cool |
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But in a bing this fool |
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Was like Louis Rich meat |
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We don't run from y'all |
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We scatter for guns on y'all |
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What you know about two 380's inside a basketball |
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And when it's beef |
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Store on his side with burners on Coronas |
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We the best that ever did it |
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If you need us telephone us |
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What the fuck nigga |
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(Jadakiss) |
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Yo |
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A nigga wanna go to war with Kiss |
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Find him a ditch |
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Old school niggas tell me I remind of rich |
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Cuz I take the kids shopping and send em on bus trips |
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Hoppin out a rough six |
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With sweats and scuffed kicks |
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I supply all the dealers and tell em to stuff nix |
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I done signed every autograph and took every flick |
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I'm quite sure that I coulda hit |
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Every chick |
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But I didn't ones that I did gave em heavy dick |
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All day |
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The LOX flow hotter than broadway |
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Election time tryin na cop blow in the hallway |
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And their aint enough plates for y'all to eat with me |
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Stingy nigga but I share my slugs equally |
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I put half where your waist at |
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And half where your face at |
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Yo we in from a new spot let somebody taste that |
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From your street rappin's only one of my plans |
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I got dirty south niggas payin a hundred a gram |
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And I could care less how much you shift the scan |
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However you get it you supposed to hit your man |
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But we don't hold the grudges |
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We control the budgets |
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And do whatever the fuck we wanna do nigga fuck it |
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