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(feat. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Olivia) [Olivia harmonizing for 10 seconds] [Chorus: Olivia] |
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We, we don't give a ************* about you |
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Your homey on the block can get it too |
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Y'all lil' mother******s ain't gang-ster, save your crew, before |
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I put a hit out on you |
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Before I let my *************z come through |
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Y'all lil' mother******s ain't gang-ster, gang-ster |
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Yeah! I come creepin through your hood in the dead of the night boy |
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It's good that you ain't scared to die cause you might boy |
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************* cross the line, and my wolves'll jump on you |
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The beef escalate, they'll be back to dump on you |
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They follow orders, |
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I tell 'em to let off that pump at you |
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Before you snitch, yeah see |
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I know what you chumps'll do |
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Sunny day, hot fudge, vanilla banana split |
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Four *************z in a whip, |
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AK banana clip |
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War time, frontline, ************* ride or run and hide |
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Everything alive dies, why ask why? |
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Why cry Man up, chump, worryin is for the weak |
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You could hold your own or get left for dead in the street [Chorus] [Tony Yayo] |
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Yeah, yeah |
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In the hood when |
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I pop up, minked up and rocked up |
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*************z ice grill cause these |
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O.G.'s is washed up |
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I got a left like, |
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Winky Wright |
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My pinky bright, my bank card'll end your life |
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*************z scheme but they sweeter than, cookies'n'cream |
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Homey I got more blocks than |
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Hakeem the |
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Dream That ain't taskforce money, that's real police |
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I got my ratchet in the alley with that fiend |
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Denise Cruise the streets, stuntin in that |
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Maybach sixty-two |
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************* what my ****** goin fo', 62, c'mon! |
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A gram By man, my plan's to expand |
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Try to jux and you hooked to catscan [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] |
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Uhh, Banks |
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I got a crew of schitzos behind me, |
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I give 'em the word |
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They'll wet your whole block up, like the tsunami |
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Try me, and your mommy'll be right in the lobby |
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And they'll be feedin you |
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Jello, like you're |
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Bill Co*************y |
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Yeah everybody yellin, 'til the beef cook |
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Then somebody gets hit in the melon, then they tellin |
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Don't go tongue la*************n wit |
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Lloyd *************z'll put stabs in your boy like |
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Brad Pitt in |
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Troy Be shakin like a cutty, with his last bit of boy |
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And I'm calm cause there's bulletproof glass in the toy |
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Yeah I'm flashy as a *************, mashed in with |
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Buck Windows up blowin big cause the stash in the truck, what? [Chorus] |