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(Terrance and Phillip) |
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U-N-C-L-E f**k you, Uncle F**ka....Do right! |
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Hey, hey |
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ugh |
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Slip-n-slide, nigga... |
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(Chorus x2) |
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Uncle f**ka whatcha say? MOTHERF**KER! |
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Shut yo f**king face |
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(Verse 1, Trick Daddy) |
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Everybody wanna be the big boy |
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Sling king with the biggest names in the game |
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In the wood grains big grins big chains |
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big things on the big mane |
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Motherf**kers done lost they brain |
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This shit ain't fun, the bullshit ain't done |
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Gonna have to get the gun now, gotta learn how to run now |
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'cause you the one now |
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That they be talking bout when they hanging out |
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Trying to play ya how to drain you out |
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Two shots rang you out, tried to slide in the game, you out |
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Think it's the game about, sheit |
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Ask or repeat anybody you know used to be big back in the day |
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They probably been in the grave or ?? from the heat of the cage |
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Them niggas is dead |
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(Chorus x2) |
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(Verse 2, Trina) |
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Did I approve for you to talk to me? |
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Motherf**kers like you, hell, I preach it to 'em |
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First hand I teach 'em no psychic, bitch, hell I reach it to 'em |
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No bus no fuss dogg, no sucks in the Lex, dogg |
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Don't see no checks dogg, and stop beggin when it's wet, dogg |
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But you could bet dogg |
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That you don't know no hoe that'll hide the work |
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Two clips inside the purse, f**k me I'ma ride you first |
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f**k hard till the condom bursts, but umm... |
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I need my ???? Lee tight figero |
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White gold with the X and O's |
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You putas betta know Trina is a betta hoe |
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Oh you don't know? |
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(Verse 3, Trick Daddy) |
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Y'all betta quit f**king with me, I ain't got too much to lose |
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I got a lot to prove, so f**k motherf**kers and hoes |
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Gotta get the dough, save it up till I pay my dues |
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And break the rules, Motherf**kers that is trying to hold me down |
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Think you can hold me down |
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Hoes didn't know me, bet they ass know me now |
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Since I'm in Dolby now |
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Bitches, I play with 'em and hoes, I lay with 'em |
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And women, I just kiss 'em while unzipping they denims |
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And run up in 'em (what) |
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These bitches they all the same |
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These bitches they all for change |
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These bitches got game |
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(Chorus x2) |
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(Verse 4, Trick Daddy) |
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If it ain't 'bout bread, save that |
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Broke bitches wanna know why I say that |
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If the going price is right and not too high |
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Goddammit, I'll pay that |
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I want two or three or four of 'em |
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So um, I could get my nigga to throw 'em |
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See my hoes horny get my flow on |
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With dough you can't go wrong |
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I roll with killas, niggas that count the dough and know |
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Never to trust a hoe, thug niggas |
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That'll shoot yo ass, excecute yo ass |
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My overtime niggas be grabbin it |
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My doggs on the bow ain't having it |
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Plus down south niggas got AK's |
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cause when you raise the day you be savages |
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(Chorus x4) |