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I'm stackin', rappin' but if |
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I just so happen was it |
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I probably would be posted up thugin', sellin' crack are somethin' |
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I had to leave it alone 'cause the rats are something |
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Look like my return won't be long the streets keep asking for me |
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Young savage on the mound game ova now |
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I'm in Houston and a town where's the muthafuckin' crown |
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And now I don't have no fuckin' friends, |
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I'm solo now |
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Put my trust and my mack 10 bitch don't let me down |
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Collaborate, just fuck wit them that's makin' me sick |
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Sbroil bitches don't want share, so |
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I'm taking dis shit |
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I'm a 110 street cat and had my back against tha hope |
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No money, no love, just tears, weed, blood, and hoes |
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I'm like slim, these niggas don't feel my pain |
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A ninty-nine problems and but a bitch ain't one |
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Ghetto stories, gangsta music, thank big labels ain't come |
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Shit'd we just trying see which one |
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I'm so retarded |
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And I'm gon' all hard and |
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My game muthafuckin' bitch niggas, brains up |
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And I'm just getting started |
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They hate to see a nigga ballin' |
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They rather see a nigga coughin' |
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But rap money, street money, |
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I'mma see money |
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Bitch nigga regarded |
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If the shit ain't funny den |
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I can't grin |
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And if it don't make money it don't make sense |
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If you really ain't 'bout nothing |
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You better zip your lips 'cause around here stuntin' nigga emp yo clip |
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My grand so ridickuless, you can call me da clips |
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And I slap all my bitches you can call me a pimp |
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I'm like the hood candy lady, |
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I got them chips |
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I got hoes wit |
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J.Lo faces and |
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Beyonce hips2 home boys doin' 7 can't wait till da touch |
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So many people up in heaven dat |
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I miss so much |
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Vest up wit my chest and stomach not 'cause |
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I'm scared |
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But no they coming |
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I hope they don't shoot for my head |
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I'm so retarded |
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And I'm gon' all hard and |
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My game muthafuckin' bitch niggas, brains up |
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And I'm just getting started |
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They hate to see a nigga ballin' |
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They rather see a nigga coughin' |
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But rap money, street money, |
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I'mma see money |
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Bitch nigga regarded18 riding lacks nigga, |
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How you hate dat? |
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Do it big bad bitch give me dat shake back nigga |
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Y'all ain't got do shit just leave it to me |
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Push record for yo boy and lay back and kick up yo beat |
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Turn up da beat a pen paper give me one sheet |
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Put a bar code on it disrepute dis heat |
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I got tha biggest fuckin' bug buzzin' in dis streets |
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I know you heard a young savage |
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Trill E N |
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TBut you forgot 'bout me thought |
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I was gone where |
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I'm gone go |
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I run dis muthafucker, |
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I'm the spice in da gumbo |
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I'm 'bout my fuckin' paper man dats all |
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I fuckin' want more |
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You gone gets wats mine, oh no, you a dumb hoe |
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Still good, still can get you rite on da down low |
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It never snow in |
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Baton Rouge, |
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I'm da nigga wit da snow |
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To let y'all niggas do y'all thang so |
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I hope y'all been gettin' it |
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Wat up playa, |
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I'm da new mayor of da city nigga |
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I'm so retarded |
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And I'm gon' all hard and |
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My game muthafuckin' bitch niggas, brains up |
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And I'm just getting started |
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They hate to see a nigga ballin' |
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They rather see a nigga coughin' |
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But rap money, street money, |
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I'mma see money |
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Bitch nigga regarded |
