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Ready? A'ight |
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Look here |
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Niggas, been a long time comin' |
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No more talk, **** this intro shit |
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Start the music |
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This right here, yeah |
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Where the ****, nigga, ain't never **** niggas |
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Tell 'em that don't wanna play this |
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South shit, okay |
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ATL, South |
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Carolina, |
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Mississippi |
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North Carolina, |
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Louisiana, |
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Florida, Tennessee, |
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AlabamaMy pistol's blarin', what? |
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An' I'm not carin', tell 'em |
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Because I'm ready for action |
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These niggas think |
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I'm playin' |
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My Tec-9 be sprayin', what? |
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So partner tell me what's happenin' |
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These streets is real |
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These niggas can't steal, what? |
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For the jump out boys, when they drive by |
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So if you're ready for it |
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Smoke dro for it, tell 'em |
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An' if you're hatin', **** nigga what's happenin' |
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Adamsville, |
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Watts,Westside, |
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DecaturWhat's up? |
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**** them niggas if they don't wanna claim this |
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ATLCatch a hot shell, yeah |
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My niggas know, what? |
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Y'all some hoes |
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If I see ya on the block nigga, |
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I'll let you know |
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What's it gonna be, tell 'im |
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Tell me what you choose, tell 'im |
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I claim this dirty mutha****a nigga win or lose |
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Don't know my enemies, yo |
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And lock and load my |
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CalicoAnd buck on dem niggas |
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So, what the **** |
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Don't know my enemies, yo |
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And lock and load my |
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CalicoAnd buck on dem niggas |
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So, what the **** |
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Shawty, ya knows about me, tell 'em |
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The streets is talkin', what? |
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Da hostile takeover is comin' shortly |
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They call me |
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CrusherTha mutliator |
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Mr. Smack-a-bitchboy, |
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I hate the fakers |
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I got these hoods locked and load |
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Just for killin' |
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The South is takin' over, |
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I see you tremblin' |
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We keep 'em bouncin', what? |
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Ain't nuthin' changed nigga, what? |
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This for my soldiers, hustlas, killas, gorillas |
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YesOn da ****, nigga |
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Surely it don't get no reala |
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Don't know my enemies, yo |
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And lock and load my |
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CalicoAnd buck on them niggas |
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So what the **** |
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Don't know my enemies, yo |
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And lock and load my |
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CalicoAnd buck on them niggas |
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So what the **** |
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Ain't mad is ya? |
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What?Then bring the pain, c'mon' |
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Cuz mutha****er ain't a damn thing changed |
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I'ma still ride low-lows on |
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Rios man, tell 'em |
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I'm still takin' |
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An' stealin' |
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An' scared to walk down your own block, man, what? |
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An niggas in your hood is say you soft, man |
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It's time the new regiment to start man |
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T. I., tell 'em! |
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Killa Mike, |
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Pastor Troy, what? |
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David Banner, tell 'em |
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What's up boy, okay |
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It's time for us to show the really real |
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This down |
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South nigga is so trill |
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I put my fist in the **** nigga's grill |
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An be talkin' bad 'bout where the **** |
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I liveAn be talkin' bad 'bout where the **** |
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I liveDon't know my enemies, yo |
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And lock and load my |
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CalicoAnd buck on them niggas |
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So what the **** |
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Don't know my enemies, yo |
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And lock and load my |
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CalicoAnd buck on them niggas |
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So what the **** |