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[Chorus] 2x |
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You could get it, you would get it |
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Oh watch ya back 'fore ya wig get splitted |
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[Kane] |
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I start this shit off like a kick off |
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I'm the quarterback |
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Lookin' for me, you can find me where the ballers at |
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Where them dealer's at, when I'm most appealin' at |
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My weapons I'm concealin' that |
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Bitch I know you feelin' that |
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Beef with me, I give a **** about your rap sheet |
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The only thing that matter is if I catch you 'fore you catch me |
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Don't care how many heads you bust |
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How many years you was in the Pen' |
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I send bullets out my Mac-10, your brain wave gon' end |
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Don't know how much you like breathin' |
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But if you do then I'm creepin' |
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While you sleepin', have fun cuz this your last weekend |
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Don't wanna do you, it's me and you |
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What I'm 'posed to do instead of me you dead |
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Let your family mourn you |
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It's serious like that, malicious where I live at |
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Nobody got heart to forgive at |
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Peole mama gettin' kidnap' |
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Reality of the South is what I rap about |
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Shit made us famous, we all them hoes yap about |
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[Chorus] 4x |
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[Abel] |
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This a street enterprise, bitch close ya eyes |
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If anybody move, everybody dies |
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Put my life on the line if you singe-time my rhyme |
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Tryin' teach y'all hoes about the life of crime |
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Put ya money where the South is, bet on mine |
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Put change on ya brain if ya drop a dime |
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Niggas actin' like they hard when they walk in the street |
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Then they sing to the police, sweatin' like ?? |
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The aftermath of the gun blast turn your corpse to ash |
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And I'm thinkin' one day that could be my ass |
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Hot steel from the Chopper, sing like a opera |
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The rich doctor that'll pop ya |
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I'm not ya, partna or ****in' boy, look in my eyes |
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Analyze the size of my plastic toy |
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Peep down the barrel, see how peaceful that shit look |
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Then it erupt like a volcano and you bustas get cooked |
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I let the four spliffs split, 'till the four clips click |
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I'm out of hollow tips, 'till your clique forfeit |
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Okay I'm reloaded bullets richochet off bricks |
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You niggas gettin' hit, wish you never said that shit |
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Niggas actin' like they want some |
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They don't really want none |
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Niggas yappin' like they want some |
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They don't really want none |
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Niggas rappin' like they got guns |
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They ain't never bust one |
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My clique bust one, so y'all niggas out done |
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[Kane & Abel talks my chorus plays] |
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Yeah, uhoh, Kane & Abel back up in this nigga |
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Whassup to all them thugs |
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World wide, North, East, West, dirty South |
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All my mother****in' niggas in ?? |
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Australia, Japan |
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All the mother****in' places out there with this gangsta shit |
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Whassup Atlanta, Mississippi, whassup Chicago |
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Kentucky, Omaha, Alabama, Indianapolis, Cincinatti, New Orleans |
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Kansas, Lafayette, Colorado, L.A., Delaware, Phoenix |
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N.Y.C., Salt Lake City, Detroit, whassup St. Louis, Connecticut |
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Whassup Dallas, whassup East Town, Milwaulke, **** that |
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Alaska, whassup Florida, Virginia, West Virginia, whassup Arkansas |
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Carolinas, Utah, whassup Indiana, Jersey, Cleveland |
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Throw it up if you a soldier |
