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Forreal Can I get a juice lord |
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Yeah yeah yeah squad niggas boy forreal |
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Forreal man word open the door man |
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Hustle flow shit yeah aiyo pass the cigar lord |
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Come on man stop playing man |
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We in the cabin playing backgammon gorilla monster slammers |
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Brothers higher us try us you gon' die son |
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Green medicine blow veterans |
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Run in Adidas store six more valors drawers feather skin |
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Haircutted up hollering seven through three sixes |
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No we ain't the devil where ya llama dick |
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Can't stand the other side niggas know we rich we color guys |
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Loose up your mother true lullabies |
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Gangsta ever readies take off my shirt no batteries nigga |
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Just one mean magnum killer |
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Snowmobiles jetting out the Timber feel Chef altitude |
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Yo I can't breathe check the splendor |
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Brazilian honey dip I'm on my rifle day nigga |
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Times is roughing Timberland cuffing |
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One knee up G up all the re-up |
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Hope we can pull it back my throat my only weapon blow the beat up |
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Stuff pillow pads in the rat holes reduce that faggot ass nigga |
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Who wanna jump like a frog to a tadpole |
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Gag it up sliding through the ER batted up |
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A tube in your dick you can't piss when standing up |
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Hands is shaking doctors is taken to operating |
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"Nah he might not live " So they start debating |
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You in bad shape in the neck of New York |
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Your slithering ways lay with you a bad snake |
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Smash bake eight stab holes in your shoulder blades |
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You wilding on the stretcher and shit bitch trynna hold your legs |
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Nah don't hold his legs tell that bitch ass nigga to chill |
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Put something in his meat like boiling eggs |
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Got gophers that sleep in the woods car hard down |
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Padlock your bow-legged spot where your rocks now |
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You ain't moving no crack you'se a moving ass rat |
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After you lay up in that morgue I'mma f**k your back |
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Yeah nigga die slow with your smirk on |
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Night-night lights dim it down get your mirk on |
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Later I see you in hell get your bird on |
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Filled with embalming fluid get your serve on |
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My sherm on in the hood when I ride by |
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My eyes looking like I learned how to skydive |
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The world is yours there's rules you abide by |
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Ride with the fly guy on I-95 |
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They said a nigga return but I never left |
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I told Big L through me he could resurrect |
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I'm that nigga like Puff in L-O-X |
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I took one L and life is still Double X |
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Brick City where I bleed on the streets at |
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The E's in M&M's I need a (Relapse) |
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And bitches grab my mic give me feedback |
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Reggie you an asshole baby I be that |
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Yeah I get cocky when the beat pumping |
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You know you doing it when your tire lip running |
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I keep a freak and I call chicken McNugget |
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Cuz this (Superbad) nigga she McLovin' |
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Fiends get killed in my hallways we parle |
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My feet been killing me all day |
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Your boy down for lot like them killas in raw way |
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It's all work and no play cuz this block ain't nothing like Broadway |
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Revenge is sweeter then sorbet you all become believers |
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Once this heaters in your face just a part of my funk swear |
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Ya'll don't want no part of the gun spray |
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I would hate to pull it in one stray |
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That's where the innocents by stand we trapped inside these tenements like damn |
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Why mama trynna feed us this spiced ham |
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Connects trynna cheat us with light grams |
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Co-defendants try to lighten they sentence snitching to white man |
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Turned state evidence fam we ain't jellin' |
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Felons ain't felons no more they straight tellin' |
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Ain't nothing worse than a rat you can't smellin' |
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And ain't nothing worse than a track you can't sellin' |