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(Louieville Sluggah) |
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Aiyo, bank rolls, face swolls |
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BD Boys move, cause they know it dollars when I say so |
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Say no, if it ain't dough, right up front |
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Because you still got haters right up front |
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That's plottin' on the downfall, creepin' all around y'all |
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As soon as he jump up, I grip that pound sound off |
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Just trynna live this, back bone the business |
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BCC is the click and, y'all can't get with |
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Nothing them boys spitting |
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Cause y'all like female dogs --- bitches |
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So move when we come through, of course with a gun or two |
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So tell me now, what the fuck niggaz gonna do |
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H-E-NN-Y, pissy off shots of Hen', rockin' til I die |
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Nuts I bust off, if I bust off |
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Slugs I bust off, if they want war, what? |
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(Top Dog) |
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Up in the club, Top Dog, show me some love |
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I got my game face, gun in the place, blaze the place |
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With that yard weed, you know the god we remember that |
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You know we, ten second rolly, bum on the fat |
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(Chorus 2X: Tek (Starang Wondah)) |
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Hey ma, I'm hollerin', trynna see if you swallowin' |
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Hey ma, trynna pick out which ride you hoppin' in |
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I know you wanna ride, come on, let's roll |
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(Aiyo, I kow you wanna roll, come on, let's ride) |
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(Tek) |
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It's six fifty by the curb, and a fifty ya herb |
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Three sixties by the sixth fifty, that's by the curve |
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Number six on the throwback, Julius Irv' |
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Pound on 36 indites, for use and observe |
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(Starang Wondah) |
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These niggaz steppin' on the scene, MVP's of the team |
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Steppin' outta Yukon, like Alida Lamine, knawmean? |
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Starang Wondah, pickin' and crips |
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You know me, low key, bitch, lits on the spliff |
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Skinny nigga, I ain't got no time to exercise |
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Step to guys, motherfuckers lives is jeopardized |
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Y'all recognize |
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(Tek) |
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Yeah, we dead in the hood, but not dead in the hood |
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You know your boys boys, credit line is good |
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Can't afford to see your step, got torned, same as the lords |
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Sip clubs and smoke purple, like we won the playoffs |
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(Hook: Buckshot) |
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No matter what you go through |
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We gonna stick gonna together |
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(Steele) |
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Got on my Timb boots, car hard jeans too |
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Bulletproof vehicle, that's how we steam through |
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Ten to twenty niggaz deep with me, muggs rollin' the drugs |
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Bouncers wanna throw us out, but we ain't givin' a fuck |
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I'm 3 star general, who you? |
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Cowards wanna disrespect the God, screw you |
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Bet if I put the Smif-N-Wess', and to ya head and squeeze it |
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Kill all the beef, and send you to meet Jesus |
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Say y'all, rappers, can hate on |
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Waiting on my down fall, mad cause we stay strong |
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Most record labels too scared to deal with some real shit |
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Bet they all ride the dick when they feel this |
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Duck Down, bitch, you in Bucktown |
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Little homey playin' big man and got struck down |
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Ain't near motherfucker safe in this game we walkin' |
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Puttin' in work, til I'm layed in the coffin |
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Play hard strong, scrape y'all, thing on my waste y'all |
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Face off, BC, every thing we been through we still together |
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Keep sons on the block, guess to dead ya |
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(Buckshot) |
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Roll with me, ride with me |
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You can get dissed til ya side, or side with me |
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Whether it's raw or it's cooked beef, we serve fiends |
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Proteins in our hooks and beats, from the snow to the streets |
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Skeets of the rain, feet in the games |
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And every nigga eatin' the same, I can't quit |
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Drama then we handle it, cause any man'll flip with no prob' |
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Wanna play ball? Get ya squad |
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My shit is for niggaz behind bars, who do crime |
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Do time, and do time hard, play the yard |
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Lift heavy, get ready for the massacre |
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We came a long way after ya, I see them niggaz gashin' |
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Cause, you really ain't half the thug |
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You just an average nigga flappin' for love |
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(Hook) |
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(Chorus 2X) |
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(Louieville Sluggah) |
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Hey ma, I'm hollerin', trynna see if you swallowin' |
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You trynna pick out which ride ya hoppin' in |
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I know you wanna roll, come on, let's ride |
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I know you wanna ride, come on, let's roll |
