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Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and |
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Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then |
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Well if you don't like the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding |
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And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the calico |
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Real talk, the |
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INC about to run |
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New York'Cause there's no real niggaz left to hold the torch |
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Who gon' hold us of, 'cause you don't read newspaper's nigga |
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Lt. Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers |
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Money laundering, tax evade and drug dealers |
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Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious |
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We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the bitches |
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And life and death between a matter of inches |
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You knowThat fo' four that handle his business |
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Like capital game, reload and hit them with interest |
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Damn, what so gangsta about these niggaz |
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Now I got the full speed niggaz, led |
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Leave them dead over prayers, or head' |
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Cause we done fucking these same bitches |
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And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness |
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My forgiveness, niggaz can't be this stupid |
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It's gun talk, niggaz better get used to it |
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Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and |
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Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then |
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Well if you don't like the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding |
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And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the calico |
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Yeah, I don't care if you're a criminal or a cop, shoot or get shot |
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I'm raised by the plot, product of the hater |
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The gauge and the glock, and |
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I keep a blade |
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I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun |
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Married murder one, sleep with the fishes |
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Tasting red rum, young and corrupted |
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Nothing to fuck with, straight out of the gutter |
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With no introduction |
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Our role models is forced with the hollows |
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Fuck sloths the swallow the fifth a holla |
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The witness and the polla, weed twisting ganja |
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Load up the clip's and flip the corner |
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They Morner, be mourners stay gunner |
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We gangster, gangster point and blank ya' |
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Thank ya', niggaz keep me in the mood |
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To eat a nigga food, |
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I murder with real bombs |
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Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and |
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Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then |
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Well if you don't like the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding |
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And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the calico |
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The nine the cal the pound of coke, niggaz |
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The weed the dope the |
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E' the coke, niggaz |
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The gauge is mine, that's all |
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I knowI've been doing this since 9 6, the oldies know |
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This tough load, the 3 8 o's, |
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I let my hoe's hold |
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Keep it in them working, in case |
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I'm legal searching |
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They got worship god, and trust the gun |
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Ask for your forgiveness and send niggaz up |
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Fucking stick niggaz up, these bitch niggaz touch |
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It's all about violence, real niggaz is silenced |
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And know these niggaz whoes guns got low mileage |
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Got ducked taped, all tied up in their houses |
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I'll make you watch while |
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I fuck the spouse |
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This ain't business, it's personal, gun talk |
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When I holla you're the first to know |
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How many hoes, and how much blood has been lost of |
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Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and |
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Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then |
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Well if you don't like the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding |
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And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the calico |
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YeahMurder |
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INCWe riding here motherfuckers |