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(verse 1:Young chris) chea, yo ayo everybody name brand me |
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I was same pants same top coke and hot dogs out the same pot since a buck |
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I been packing weapons only strappin niggas doin when they sexin every head and his crew is yes man my music and my shootin perfected can't afford to lose |
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I'm destin to hit that road collect and try to hop up out of the hood niggas frown they see me pop up get locked up and they still with them coppers give em somethin from the choppers i got to deal with coppers giving them gas they need ox call the doctor raw and uncut no mask know who shot ya try to tell them chill for real but they don't listen though til the 45th come kiss em under the mistole toe and that's the last time |
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I'm a remind ya'll next time creepin up with somethin behind ya'll (chorus) |
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It's the life just livin it right shoot first and don't think twice and homie if the price is right then niggas a get at ya bout who draw the fastest casket or the ashes (Verse 2:Neef Buck) yo is lovely when your squeezin but ugly when you're recieving them and ya peeps going crazy in the recieving room a gun like a lung you goin need more than one this for every block in the ghetto or where |
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I'm from I started off 9 or ten runnin wit my step pops learned how to collect from niggas and set up shizzop never buy hard from him |
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I learned to cook rock summer time blizzock winter time shizzop let the smokers run them in all they want is 3 for 10 give up that password before you get the fuck in before we get to buckin leave em where they stand at respect we demand that now tell me where them grams at stacks rubberband wraps the streets the limmy got me a squadder wit a driver a soopped up hemi be happy you in my presence i can't give you a penny cause this nigga only tough when that shit's up in him (chorus) (Verse 3:Pooda Brown) |
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Ain't nuttin soft about me but niggas they doubt me so |
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I'm a have to run through they alley pick bread off of they balcony then toss the gun nigga |
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I'm outty or nigga |
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I'm rowdy but common sense plays a bigger part of me pookie when it comes to the uzi it just be callin [Mr.Brown]not bobby, or foxy, or nino it's pooda baby the ruger baby will clean the scene though excuse me ladies been through it lately but doin my thing though the crib 24 hours nigga the hood casino you lil niggas soft til that banana clip emptyin he not there dot on his head like he an indian it's training day nigga wake up early or we be in your crib burners wake up shirley cabinets and the bed nigga check that thurly |
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I need that cooked up cookie homie end that story (chorus 2x) |
