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The more I look at her, the more I look it here |
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The streets are kinda crazy like damn, I gots to be more careful |
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It's ugly out here mane |
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These niggas out here talkin', these bitches ain't no good |
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I'm strapped up and I'm on one and wishin' it go wood |
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I'm ridin' 'round in my big thang, still up in my hood |
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I'm ridin' 'round with that big thang cause niggas ain't no good |
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I've got to be, got to be, got to be more careful |
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I've got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful |
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I've got to be, got to be, got to be more careful |
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I've got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful |
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Like Scarface, who can I trust? |
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Bonfire, this only us |
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I'm outchea, I gotta have it |
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Paper chasin', I gotta grab it |
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Money talks, I don't talk about it |
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Take the loss, be a boss about it |
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Catch me slippin', I really doubt it |
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I don't leave my house without it |
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My masterpiece, bad about it |
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Jealous nigga, that's old shit |
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Laugh about, cop more whips |
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And hustle hard, get more chips |
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I got to be more careful, these niggas out here feds |
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I got to be more careful, go read what he said |
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It changed out here and all my silent niggas are gone |
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Somehow, somewhere, all the shit that went wrong |
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I never thought that it'd get to this |
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All these niggas, all snitchin' in |
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If it's too hot to handle it |
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Then stay on out and I'm catchin' in |
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These niggas out here talkin', these bitches ain't no good |
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I'm strapped up and I'm on one and wishin' it go wood |
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I'm ridin' 'round in my big thang, still up in my hood |
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I'm ridin' 'round with that big thang cause niggas ain't no good |
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I've got to be, got to be, got to be more careful |
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I've got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful |
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I've got to be, got to be, got to be more careful |
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I've got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful |
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They slip outchea, Deba |
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Got to be more careful |
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Never leave the crib, never leave my home |
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Without my street instrument, my baritone |
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Blat! This what I put aside |
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Polite on the sucker, leave his face in his lap |
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I get it play the game of death, they don't play fair |
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Gotta pack up 30 dig and always stay prepared |
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I got some Girl Scout cookies and some Jackie |
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A badass bitch with a short hair |
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Tatiana Ali but, blowin' all up in my Ruprecon truck |
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Should I say G? Talk is cheap |
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Skatin' through the streets your tremendous ass be |
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My money kinda tall but I don't play ball |
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Actin' all the pictures nick the paint off the wall |
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Wutchu need? Problem you havin' mane? |
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I'm like the concierge, I can get you anything |
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My heart that pump, get my heart pumped, propane |
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I've always been a factor, I ain't never gonna lame |
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Got a couple crash dummies that will wrap you like a mummy |
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Push you in the graveyard where it's dark, got Sunny |
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Do it for a friend but I ain't gotta give him money |
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Slap you with the kid and they'll do anything for me |
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These niggas out here talkin', these bitches ain't no good |
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I'm strapped up and I'm on one and wishin' it go wood |
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I'm ridin' 'round in my big thang, still up in my hood |
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I'm ridin' 'round with that big thang cause niggas ain't no good |
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I've got to be, got to be, got to be more careful |
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I've got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful |
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I've got to be, got to be, got to be more careful |
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I've got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful |