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You ready to do this, nigga? |
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You ready to come down here? |
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It's Virginia, nigga |
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We do this in broad daylight |
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It's a whole different degree of homicide, nigga |
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You ready? |
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I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook |
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(Talk about, what?) |
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Pack it up, sell it triple-price, **** the books |
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(Talk about, what?) |
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Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks |
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(Talk about, what?) |
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So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look |
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(Talk about, what?) |
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In my "Home Sweet Home" I keep chrome next to my bones |
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Alters my walk to limpin' |
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(Home sweet home) |
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Since I love the feel, I guess I'm passionately pimpin' |
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It 'tis what it seems |
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That thing imprintin' through the seams of my jeans |
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By all means, lost it all, from lives to love |
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Put my faith in my money, help me rise above |
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See I turned to the Lord when them times got tough |
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Bullied through streets, powder I pushed and shoved |
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In that ole' Virginey |
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Out of ten niggas, nine are guinea |
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No money, all they know is gimme, got semis waitin' |
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Heat like Caribbean summers, I been there |
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Each year, a different bitch wonder |
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Who wing she gon' fall under, Push' or Mal' |
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Ganga grinds, wit' me, with thoughts of ****in' them cross her mind |
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Look ma, that's right up my alley |
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I love my family, I want them all happy |
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In Virginia, we smirked at that Simpson trial |
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Yeah, I guess the chase was wild |
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But what's the fuss about? |
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See, plenty my partners feelin' like O.J. beat |
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Murder like the shit is ok, that's what our door say |
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Talk the evil that men do, I'm lost in the mental |
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I miss you shampoo, we miss you shampoo |
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And your grams, too |
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My nigga |
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Fo sho |
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I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook |
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(Talk about, what?) |
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Pack it up, sell it triple-price, **** the books |
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(Talk about, what?) |
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Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks |
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(Talk about, what?) |
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So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look |
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(Talk about, what?) |
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I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook |
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(Talk about, what?) |
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Pack it up, sell it triple-price, **** the books |
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(Talk about, what?) |
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Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks |
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(Talk about, what?) |
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So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look |
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(Talk about, what?) |
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Seem like they all got a comment to make |
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In regards to my paper, now they guessin' my weight |
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They fast to predict the outcome of my fate |
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Wonderin' 'bout Clipse and if they got what it take |
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Malice, he think he hard, tough guy of the clique |
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And Pusha, he walk around like he swear he the shit |
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You right on both counts, bitch, Clipse is us |
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And there are some things that you don't discuss |
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Don't ask me 'bout the Neptunes and what's they fair |
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Don't ask about the loud screamin' chick with the hair |
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Don't ask about my music, and how that's comin' 'bout |
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Don't ask about my album, or when's it comin' out |
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'Cause I feel like you really being funny on the slide |
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Now face down, layin' on your tummy, or you die |
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I tried being humble, humble get no respect |
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Now the first sign of trouble, that's a hole up in your neck |
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Plus, what I look like spendin' my nights in jail |
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I could never be a thug, they don't dress this well |
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I reside in VA, ride in VA |
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Most likely when I die, I'm gon' die in VA |
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Virginia's for lovers, but trust there's hate here for out of towners |
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Who think that they gon' move weight here |
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Ironic, the same same place I'm makin' figures at |
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That there's the same land they used to hang niggas at |
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I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook |
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(Talk about, what?) |
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Pack it up, sell it triple-price, **** the books |
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(Talk about, what?) |
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Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks |
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(Talk about, what?) |
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So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look |
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(Talk about, what?) |
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I'm from Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook |
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(Talk about, what?) |
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Pack it up, sell it triple-price, **** the books |
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(Talk about, what?) |
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Where we re up, re locate, re off them brooks |
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(Talk about, what?) |
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So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look |
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(Talk about, what?) |
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Young'n |
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(Talk about, what?) |
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This is real, young'n |
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(Talk about, what?) |
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You lookin' into a whole different world, young'n |
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(Talk about, what?) |
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This is real |
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Live |
