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Yeah son |
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There's mad kids up here gettin CREAM for the 9-6 |
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(True) Yeah and I been doin this shit for a long time |
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Y'know? Shootin game bombs the mind |
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(Aight) And this is a year when mad caps get peeled |
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So I'ma spark this line, kick the real |
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(Bang em out!) |
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With all this chaos in the realms of the street |
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Ya local street thug gots ta make ends meet (True) |
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The average Joe is far too slow for this ghetto pro |
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You better know when I hit the streets I like to glow |
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I like to glisten and at the same time stay low |
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Listen, motherfuck the fame, I'm persuin the dope |
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My steelo is abolic to a kilo |
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Cash is poppin, coke is cokin, fiends is coppin |
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Ain't that some shit, a player that's use to livin rich |
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Is now a stick-up kid caught up in the ditch |
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In '94, Giuliani kicked down the door |
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In '95, niggas flipped to stay alive |
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Peelin caps while I laugh in the stash, four and a half |
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Remy and a glass, sparked the boom then I blast |
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They wanna confine me, sneak up from behind me |
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Bust a cap in my back and put me where they can't find me |
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They hate to see a young player pay (Naw, they don't wanna see that Sean) |
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They'd rather see him spray |
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But I'm like Vinny, a terminator, squeeze and let off |
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Usin verbs and nouns like rounds to blow ya head off |
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Hit nuff spots, heat nuff Glocks |
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If that's what it stops like Columbian blow crops |
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I'm out get the CREAM and ain't no doubt in my mind |
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Fuck this roach shit, I'm hit, I get down for mine |
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[Chorus:] |
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I get down for mine who be gettin down for theirs |
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If we gettin money put ya hands in the air |
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I get down for mine who be gettin down for theirs |
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On the regular, shakin victims with no fear |
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[repeat] |
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I hear you wanna be a player, alright son place your bets |
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Let's play a game of real nigga roulette |
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Witness a DOA as I spray the melee |
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Content and punctuation is compared to AK |
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You want a daily overdose from pure funk |
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I'm buckin off like Tommy 'gain but calm as a Buddhist monk |
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Decapitatin rappers in my trunk (what?) |
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I'm sick, puffin skunk, bouncin wit my click, poppin mega junk |
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I'm gettin dank white clouds be zig-zaggin |
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What's this talk about flippin ki's, c'mon you're nickel-baggin! |
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I'm blastin off wigs, ??? doubters believe it you see |
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I was packin heaters when jokers was bangin cheerleaders |
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Ain't nothin changed, it's still the same in the rap game |
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I'm known for bangin rookies out the frame |
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Y'all done forgot who was the pimp from the start |
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Sippin vintage wine eatin a'la carte |
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I'm phenomenal from the abdominal |
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Far from comical, lyrics is stickin the brains like barnicle |
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Never sleep, I'm bringin the drama to the streets with techniques |
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And rollin in fleet |
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Ain't nothin sweet about the streets so I'm poetically ill |
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I'm pure like coka and lyrics shine like Fiscelle |
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I got to bring it at'cha throat and you ain't showin no signs |
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K-Def let em know I get down for mine |
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[Chorus] |
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I get down for mine [x4] |
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I get down for mine who be gettin down for theirs |
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On the regular, shakin victims with no fears |
