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You faggot-ass muh'****er |
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Knock this nigga the **** out, word to mother son |
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[Consequence:] |
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See y'all the kind of pussies had to pick up somethin |
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And y'all mother****ers ain't stick up nuttin |
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So all you really doing's run around here frontin |
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But muh'****er keep on stuntin |
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And homey you go NIGHT NIGHT, from the left and the right |
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And won't forget it for the rest of your life |
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After you go NIGHT NIGHT~! And I promise the same |
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For any lame who won't honor my aim, uhh |
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You go NIGHT NIGHT, from the left and the right |
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And won't forget it for the rest of your life |
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After you go NIGHT NIGHT~! And I promise the same |
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For any lame who won't honor my aim, uhh |
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[Consequence:] |
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Now ever since I went and brought the blend that got my pinky right |
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I've been makin niggaz wanna box more than Winky Wright |
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Cause when I'm on the block and I overhear the sneaky types |
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Sayin "**** 'Quence cause that nigga probably think he nice" |
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But they gon' pay a price for they frontin and they sidetalk |
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When I'm catch 'em slippin like there's ice on the sidewalk |
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It ain't my fault, that I was blessed with a two-piece |
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While you was on the ave gettin pressed for your new piece |
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But word hit the streets I made it spin like the whirl |
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We called him "Million Dollar Baby" cause he hit like a girl |
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Here's a jewel like a pearl you should often remember |
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If it wasn't for rap I'd be on "Contender" |
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I know I'm kind of slender, here's advice for your mans |
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Cause like the shell game I'm kinda nice with my hands |
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And even with the grands and my name in bright lights |
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Don't think I'd ever hesitate to make you go night night |
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[Chorus] |
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[Consequence:] |
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Now let me drop the science like Tom Cruise |
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On why I keep the eye on every time you see Cons' cruise |
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Cause I know niggaz out here probably thinkin I'm on snooze |
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And if you thinkin THAT, then you niggaz are all fools |
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Cause you should know the rules any time you discuss I |
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You probably better all just go get in some shuteye |
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Or you'll get a shut eye, cause I've been puttin heads to bed |
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And we be rollin 20 deep, when we head to bed |
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So get some good night rest, or a good light vest |
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Cause ain't no tellin when the hood might press |
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And it's like 'Quence, don't be sleepin like insomniacs |
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Cause ain't no tellin when they creepin in them Pontiacs |
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Sippin that Cognac, and askin where the party at |
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So they can shoot my car with the gat |
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And I can see 'em in my dreams like Game tryin to heat my frame |
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But watch what happen when that street light change |
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[Chorus] |
