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[young noble] (talking) |
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We got bad azz in this mother ****** (outlawz!) |
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Spiggity spice 1 in this mother ****** (oaktown) |
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The low-lifes in this mother ****** (still thuggin) |
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You know the outlawz in this ************ (hahah.. it's on) |
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[napolean - verse 1] |
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Once again |
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Another fat ****** fried |
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Do a drive-by if you wanna ****** with mine |
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Cause we swallowed inside |
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My feet stuck to the ground |
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And ain't ************t that move me |
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Dog, i'm heavy bound |
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And i done seen ******z get touched by the pair |
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Runnin they mouth with only one to the ground |
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I blow my ************t cause i can back it up |
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****** poppin the trunk |
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Let's throw some hands up |
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Now how many real ******z gonna stand up? |
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I thought so, ******z better shut up |
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I'm five-six, hearts bigger than me |
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But i'll ****** you up so destructively |
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Thoughtfully, my mack ten pop for me |
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Got my glocks with me, come ride my block with me |
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Intoxively, i bought that hennesee |
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Come ride with me or homicide with me |
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Outlawz ****** |
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[bad azz - verse 2] |
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************t a ****** still breathin hard from the last song |
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Cause out here it's either mash or get mashed on |
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Rest in peace to all those who done passed away (r-i-p) |
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Cause with the beat that's in the streets life don't last long |
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All in between you need to eat, you need some wheat |
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You needs to heat, the beat, cause you's a condon savage street to ************t |
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You got to mash to sleep a week or snooze |
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Stay on my feet, i'm tryin to keep em in some shoes |
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Stay outta jail, this ****** ****** hard and twos again |
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Let's get this money like we ain't never got it again |
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Let's keep shootin em like we ain't never shot it again |
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You got your life but you promised to die |
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Life is death at the end, you put the rest inside |
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Life is death at the end, you put the rest inside (come on) |
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[chorus - young noble (normal) and bad azz (indented)] |
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Life's short young ******, get your mash on |
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Hustle on little ******, get your cash on |
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If you see death around the corner, get your blast on |
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You gonna die anyway, life don't last long |
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We still feelin pain from the last song |
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************t, we still feelin rain from the last storm |
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Homie either mash or get mashed on |
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Little ****** either blast or get blast on |
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[young noble - verse 3] |
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I see how you got to play it now |
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You got to lay it down |
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And clown for your crown, have respect now |
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That's a test just to see if you gonna bring it to em |
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Then come a whole lot of please when you bring it to em |
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We keep it movin, motivation is the money |
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Ability to feed ******z hungry is so lovely |
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But that ain't it, we got some soldiers locked down |
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It's been perfect for what we doin when they drop down |
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It's hot now and we right up in the thick of it |
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Picture this, all of us, eatin chips |
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Sittin on the porch by our house, leavin something in a stash |
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How do we outlast? always keep cash |
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[spice 1 - verse 4] |
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Sittin on the scene, with the nine |
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Never would of thought, i'd be gettin mine |
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Bossilini, straight murder dog |
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Plotted my magazine, master cream |
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Discenegrate ******z who blast me |
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He didn't know i was trapped |
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He didn't know i was ready |
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Plug a hole in his chest |
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And check out with the ******z vetti |
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Do a dirty ************t, smokin bomb on the dock |
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Cut your ass up in pieces, throw your meat to the sharks |
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I got that, hold up |
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Got a glock and i be puttin ******z in comas |
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You's a mother ****** fool |
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Cause you dyin for runnin up on me |
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[low lives - verse 5] |
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You want beef ************ ******, see me face to face |
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After the case, my ******z travel state to state |
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I'm on a mash with case, so i can't procrastinate |
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There's so many lives in state, lord i'm always gonna take |
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My fate keep guessin, smith and wesson stressin |
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The lesser the charge, the shorter the yard, i'm dodgin bullets |
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Rest in peace to those who couldn't, i'm not gonna run |
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Keep on ma************n and keep on blastin |
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I'm lastin my time here |
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****** i'm a be a legend in my own time 'fore a die here |
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You wanna smoke, i'm a note to keep my mind clear |
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And every ****** that i know mash with no fear |
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Come on |
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Chorus |
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[young noble - verse 6] |
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A yo, i takes no, no slope, that slope |
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Livin with no breath |
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Who wanna go next? |
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No stretch when it's time to sprint |
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Time limited |
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They want my life but i ain't givin it |
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Outlaw, low-lives, taking your life |
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We blow mics and i'm breakin in with soap dice |
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I'm baitin now the ****** you hate now |
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Full steam ahead, my beam is red |
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******z wanna fight dirty |
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I'm clean as them |
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Stay hurtin in the part |
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You wanna bleed instead? |
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[low lives - verse 7] |
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I'm mister shorty to the k, the k, f-fantastic |
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And i'm out here ma************n like a nation-wide assassin |
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I'm kickin ass and takin names later |
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Better yet, call me shorty, the motivator dominator |
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Great rhymes sayer, whole cappa drug dealer |
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Low-life ******, i'm twenty-one and gettin bigger |
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Roll with ******z, mine's as big as nine figures |
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Yeah, them low life ******z, them five-five ******z, ****** |
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You'll get high, roll by, once in a while |
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I see ya lovin my style |
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You know i can take it, roll with a stand-by for nothin |
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Divide, lay low until the ride be out |
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The four-five on the ground, forty and out |
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To fourteen days hard time, low lives! |
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Chorus x 2 |