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Ain't no block too hot |
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Me and my niggas bout to open up shop |
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Hot boy nigga grab the glock |
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So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks |
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Ain't no block too hot |
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Me and my niggas bout to open up shop |
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Hot boy nigga grab the glock |
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So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks |
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Master p: |
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Every bag of that raw |
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We hustle in the park |
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From dusk to dawn nigga |
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From dawn to dark |
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Now if you tweakin, boy |
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You better be creepin |
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But if you beefin, nigga |
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You bout to be sleepin |
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Me and my dogs |
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We don't fuck with you cats |
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Go to the pen |
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Don't fuck with no rats |
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See this shit is real |
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I sleep with one eye open |
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See in the ghetto |
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Niggas gotta be pistol totin |
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A thousand fuckin' grams |
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That's what i'm workin' with |
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Come short on the d |
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You know what you twerkin' wit |
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It's murder |
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187 |
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I represent the third ward |
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We tote mac 11's |
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If i die, write my name in the sky |
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My niggas bust yo' ass |
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Yall gon' know why (baby) |
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Roll roll roll ya dough |
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Up and down the street |
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On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money |
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Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me) |
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(repeat) |
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Krazy: |
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It's a problem |
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I ain't get my hands dirty wit ya |
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??? gon' come get ya |
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Chopper split ya |
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A young soldier |
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Plottin' to rule the world with riches |
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Ask p to use this hummer so i can fuck some bitches |
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Run the block all week |
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Trying to dodge the cops |
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Niggas prayin' on my death before my album drops |
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My niggas wearin wires |
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Feds tappin' my phone |
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Send a check to |
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Irs |
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So they can leave me alone |
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Told my dog believe you we can rule the world |
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He didn't listen |
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He'd rather stuff his nose with furl |
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They found him dead in the project |
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Brains on the ground |
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When you a fiend |
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That's the way the game go down |
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Chorus |
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Mystikal |
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I'm from the ? chopper too! |
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Come fuckin' around wit me ain't no tellin' what i'ma do! |
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Put my foot so far up yo' ass i'd probably lose my shoe! |
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That nigga chokin! |
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Motherfucker coughin' up blood |
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Well fuck the ????? |
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You don't want that drama to come to you! |
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Yo' mama to come do you! |
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Cuz hot iron will run ya through ya! |
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You and yo' dudes don't be around cuz you'll catch a contact |
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If you ain't got beef wit a nigga |
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Don't be 'round beef |
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You won't be on yo' back |
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Silkk: |
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Oh it ain't my fault |
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We'll dead these niggas |
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Can't move we infrared these niggas |
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We'll do these niggas |
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Black proof these niggas |
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Close casket these boys |
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Black suit these niggas |
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We'll blast these niggas |
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Walk past these niggas |
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And ride on these bustas |
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Just keep mashin these niggas |
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And after we do it |
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We'll toss the tec |
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And ghetto |
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Plus i know not else but to fuckin' floss the set |
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You ain't gotta ask who's hot |
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Who's on top |
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I gotta question to ask yall foreal |
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Tru or not |
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If i got two guns |
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I'm sure one gon' bust |
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If i got two niggas wildin' out |
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When i bust, one gon' duck |
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The one that's wildin' the most |
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That's the one i'ma bust |
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He still trippin' after that |
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I'ma give him two cuz he don't think one was enough |
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Chorus |
