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Ay, I got a .45 magnum kitted |
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And you will rarely see me grab my dick without grabbing it with it |
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If you want, I can tag ya with it |
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And you can tell ya fam cause I'll let ya whole family feel it |
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Y'all punks, blood pump, fags and sissies |
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Hopping in and out of bed with niggaz and turn around and say ya pimping |
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Man ya tripping, ask ya women |
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But she ain't heard, ya listening to the man and griffin |
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I don't talk, I'm bout action really |
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And I don't need a glass of Remy to cock back and blast the semi |
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Man it's in me, I'm tellin ya, thugging in my bone |
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Get me wrong, I'ma put one off in ya dome nigga |
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No talkin, no fussin, no flossin, we shootin to kill |
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Ya momma, ya daddy, ya aunts and ya uncle and children |
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Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the building |
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Ya want it, it's nothing, whatever, we got it to give |
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No talkin, no fussin, no flossin, we shootin to kill |
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Ya momma, ya daddy, ya aunts and ya uncle and children |
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Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the building |
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Ya want it, it's nothing, whatever, we got it to give |
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I'm stuck in the gutta my nigga, life don't mean shit to me |
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I'm broke and my daughter crying and I'm lying to the jury |
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I see no hope in my future, abandoned by them folk killing me |
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Boy I swear, since my granny died, I don't know what got inta me |
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I been thinking of suicide, no Nyquil to go to sleep |
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No dough just to wake me up and be forcing myself to eat (naw) |
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Most my niggaz don't live right, my life throwed from the get go |
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Folk better try to get their mind right, plus my nine bout to let go |
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We in the middle of the limelight, I'm bout to ride to the liquor store |
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We on the pills or that good weed, talk and I'll wind that trigga boom |
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I might ride through the hot spot, police chilling in they plain clothes |
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I might pull up in the hot bar, no talks back that in them lame hoes |
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Yo, posted up in cul-de-sacs, with plastic gats and fifty packs |
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Niggaz they pull drastic acts, twenty stacks will get ya whacked |
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I touch ya with that steel, cut ya off like daffodils |
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Hit ya with the button, leave ya drowsy like some Benadryl |
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Casting gears been in the field, Ola bear share many tears |
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Saw her baby boy get killed, sho baby boy hella trill |
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Keep it G for all to see, but all don't keep it G like me |
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All don't see shit how I see, couldn't be in the spots I be |
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Everybody know Big Dukey known to act a ****ing donkey |
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Keep a chump dumped off in the trunk, that's why it's smelling funky |
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MTV, don't try to +Punk+ me, leave that cracker head lumpy |
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****ing hoes and busting fo's so long, they call me Humpty Dumpty |
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Ay, close ya eyes, let me take ya there (take ya there) |
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Got a prison sentence tucked off in my underwear (naw) |
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62 grams nigga, serving straight deuces (what) |
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Young nigga riding Magnum, squatting dub deuces (damn) |
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Mind on my money, money on my mind (mind) |
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Snitch call me up, exit's on the line (yeeeeeeah) |
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For the love of these exotic cars |
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We'll risk it all, even time behind bars (let's get it) |
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My reality is yo nightmare |
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And this is my life, it's no nightmare (that's right) |
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I ain't slept in two weeks, shit I'm paranoid (jeah) |
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They snatched my patna up (who), the alphabet board (ay) |
