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Big Tymers, nigga (Big Tymers, nigga) |
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I got that work, nigga (I got that work, nigga) |
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Look, |
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Look, |
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Listen: |
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This is where them niggas die fast |
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Sell bricks and buy bags |
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They dodge glass to hit the block and go find cash |
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If you try to pass - take my advice: drive fast |
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'Cause my man take no escape route where shots blast |
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You wonder why the cops keep circlin' |
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Niggas murderin' |
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I ain't never saw 'em before |
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Tonight we trippin' 'em |
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Niggas wearin' masks like glasses |
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Niggas got on tank tops and a pair of Reebok classics |
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Pants to my knees 'cause the glock make it slouch |
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I can't talk right now - I got three rocks in my mouth |
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And, wodie, when we enter niggas freeze up like it's winter |
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And if a nigga whisper, pistols eat him up for dinner |
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Seventeen representer - you don't like it, do somethin' |
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And I'll bet you'll see a nigga outside 'bout two-somethin' |
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And we like to dress in all black up in my residence |
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Ain't got on no suits 'cause we ain't tryin' to be presidents |
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(Hook2x [Lil' Wayne + Baby]) |
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[Lil' Wayne] |
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Nigga, we done moved more coke |
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[Baby] |
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than a nigga could know |
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[Lil' Wayne] |
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More money, more cars |
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[Baby] |
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than a nigga could show |
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[Lil' Wayne] |
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And more ice - cheap price |
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[Baby] |
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than a nigga could score |
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[Lil' Wayne] |
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And hit blocks with glocks |
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Make 'em get on the floor |
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[Baby] |
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Nigga wakin' up to alley cats and rats |
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Project bitches that tote gats |
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Niggas kickin' the dope, but the crack done smack back |
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Lil' niggas runnin' through the hallways |
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While other niggas playin' ball - made a court in the driveway |
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Things ain't the same where I use to play |
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It's guns and broads |
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New cars, neighborhood superstars |
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And hoes smokin' cigars |
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Lil' one sittin' on the car |
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Watchin' the bus hollerin', |
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'Them people comin!' when that blue car pull up |
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I'm tired of catchin' cuts, and bendin' corners |
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I got that work - got youngsters on all four corners |
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You got them quarters, and you got them halves |
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I got the quarter ki's, and Fresh got the slabs |
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Ten a ki is the price if you want a brick |
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And if you don't know that, nigga - tax the bitch |
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(Hook - 2x [Lil' Wayne + Baby]) |
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[Wayne] Nigga, we done moved more coke |
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[Baby] than a nigga could know |
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[Wayne] More money, more cars |
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[Baby] than a nigga could show |
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[Wayne] And more ice - cheap price |
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[Baby] than a nigga could score |
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[Wayne] We hit blocks with glocks |
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Make 'em get on the floor |
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[Baby] For sure, wodie |
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[Mannie Fresh] |
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It's the return of the click-clackin' |
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Downtown pistol packin' |
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Y'all remember me from back in the '89 era |
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When killers use to wear mascara |
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And run through the court causin' terror |
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Ran through riot gunshots |
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Government-issued glocks |
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That's bakin' soda added with that oda - now you got clatch pots |
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Niggas went from (?) to frozen cups |
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To catchin' cuts |
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To big ole nuts |
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Shorty, I been on missions |
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Jackin' niggas for Balley competitions |
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Stickin' guns in bustas' backs |
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Everybody, come out your Polos and your Zodiacs |
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But that was back in the days |
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See, niggas done changed they ways |
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Went from snug-nose-38's to hand grenades |
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Nines a must that niggas bust back when they get cussed at |
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Or fussed at |
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Nine-millimeters, glocks, pumps, riot guns, niggas in trucks |
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(Hook - 4x [Lil' Wayne + Baby]) |
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[Wayne] Nigga, we done sold more coke |
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[Baby] than a nigga could know |
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[Wayne] More money, more cars |
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[Baby] than a nigga could show |
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[Wayne] More ice - cheap price |
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[Baby] than a nigga could score |
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[Wayne] We hit blocks with glocks |
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Make 'em get on the floor |
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[Baby] For sure, lil' one |
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[Wayne] What! |
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[Baby] |
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Y'all got to understand |
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We got this shit on lock, wodie |
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If you ain't makin' money you ain't doin' what you suppose to |
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I understand niggas kickin' in doors for twenty-inch momo's |
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Whatever it take, lil' daddy |
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And it don't matter |
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If I get caught up in a struggle, I got to take mines |
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If you get caught up, you better believe it.. |
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that that iron gon' get your mind right, dog |
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We hustlin' for sure, fa |
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Bling-blingin' without a doubt |
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Like new cars, and pretty broads |
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And neighborhood superstars |
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Money |
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Bitches |
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Rags to riches |
