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Ughhh! Gully grimey and gritty |
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Huh! Heavy drug activity {pull over please} |
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Lower development housing |
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Hustlers makin thousands {CHING!} |
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Yola supplier, uhh |
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Pullin all-nighters (po-po man, po-po!) |
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Kissin my street sign {smooch} |
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Grippin the block like pliers (pliers?) |
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I'm as solid as can be |
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I'ma keep it funky my nigga, hoe shit don't sit too well with me |
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(Uh-uh!) I was breathin in the deep {?} |
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Beverly Hillbilly, black gold, Texas tea... where they'll merk you |
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And peel your potato instead of knucklin up |
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And squabbin like a hockey player {doo doo doo doo} |
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I'm not a knock I'm the server |
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Some of you niggaz become your own best customers |
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I'm not a knock I'm the server |
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Uhhhhah! Dibblin and dabblin |
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Flea-flickin and fiddle-faddlin (fiddle-faddlin?) |
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Rippin up crack |
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Overkill, gettin 47 back (11 of 'em) |
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Cerebral cortex pushed back {doo doo doo doo} |
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If I catch you pinchin out the sack |
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Anybody can get found, touched up and hurt |
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long as you do your homework (that's right) |
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Steady long, steady bright |
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Man these walls got ears, take the battery out your phone |
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(Take it out man!) He'll never make it home |
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Co-defendant was tellin, they stabbed him with a turkey bone |
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(Snitch!) That's the consequences for snitchin |
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Got a jacket on his ass, caught him slippin in the kitchen |
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(Shank me!) Niggaz talk a good one but they fake |
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Fools be spineless, they got no vertebrae |
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I'm not a knock I'm the server |
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Uhhhh! On the soil shootin dice (I got those) |
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Dopefiend paradise (zombies) |
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Leeches and parasites |
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Restless and sleepless nights {yawn} |
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Pistols and fistfights |
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Po-pos on feet and bikes {nobody move} |
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Broken windows and street lights |
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Collect calls and shootin kits (it's yo' potnah mayne!) |
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The housin authority and the law enforcement agency |
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Bat around my do', makes me beam me up and taze me |
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While my girlfriend, was watchin TV |
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Mindin her own business, breast feedin our newborn baby |
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(AHHH!) I asked 'em where the search warrant, they hatin |
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Tearin up my apartment, but came up with nathin (BEATCH!) |
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My yola was at another spot |
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Too much traffic, had the situation hot |
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I'm not a knock I'm the server |
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