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It's some real niggaz here, it's some real niggaz here |
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It's some real, it's some real, it's some real niggaz here |
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It's some real niggaz here, it's some real niggaz here |
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All the time we steady screamin' |
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DTP for life! [Verse 1: I-20] |
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It's clear who on top dawg, |
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I guess I ain't supposed to count |
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A 1/4 mill before the deal, my wife was spendin' most of that (yeah!) |
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Niggaz buy the bar out, thinkin' they could hang with us |
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FUCK it Chaka, buy the club 'cause we brought some change with us |
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But if my money wasn't straight, |
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I'd go right back & rob a nigga |
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I'm tryna get that |
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Maybach & goin' back to maul the nigga! |
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The glock will scare most niggaz, but some will try to act hard |
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SK-32, call that shit my black card! & everybody want somethin' you can bet yo' life on it |
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Some hoes will try to give you head, others put a price on it |
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I-Dub, young dealer, know the name & take it down |
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Extacy to cocaine, bag it up & break it down & yeah this might surprise you, you are being lied to |
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FUCK if he real |
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I need some shit that |
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I can ride to |
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Bang bang, shoot 'em up, nigga that's the motto here |
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Livin' fo' today 'cause you might not see tomorrow here [Chorus x2: I-20] [Lil' Fate: talking in background] |
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Tell 'em, tell 'em!!! |
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Yeeah (yeeah), look [Verse 2: Lil' Fate] |
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I ain't gotta try dawg, |
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I can get gangsta too |
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The ground'll be |
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Blood red, your face'll be |
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Crip blue |
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Can of whoop-ass |
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I'ma open soon as |
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I spot you |
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For talkin' all that bullshit off in them interviews |
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We ain't gotta rob you, we gettin' money over here |
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No album dropped, still shawty is a millionaire |
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Put a price on your head if you wanna take it there |
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Funeral, front row, mama cryin' + |
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Right Thurr+ + |
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Jackpot+ took shots and got dropped all because |
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He was poppin' off at the mouth like a hoe does |
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Bitch you can't expose us, naw it ain't no love |
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When you see us in the streets act like you don't know us |
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Slim said, "Don't let up!" so |
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I had to stay on him |
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Just to set the record straight - this is |
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Lil' Fate, homie |
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Only use if you or don't know me to light up the streets |
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Better watch your words when you talkin' 'bout |
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Disturbing |
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Tha Peace [Chorus x2: I-20] [Verse 3: Ludacris] |
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Hailin' from |
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Blacklanta |
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Metropolis & hangin' on the block with us |
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You don't need laser vision to see it ain't no |
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FUCKIN' stoppin' us |
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Keepin' a gang of niggaz that be layin' down that murder game |
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Get that ass flame broiled, you |
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SWEAR we worked at |
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Burger King |
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Swervin' mane, up and down the block |
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Rock, steady cops |
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Heavy on the booty of that |
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Chevy please |
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BELIEVE ME! |
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Sippin' on that ' |
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Nac I'm ready to put a nigga on his belly or his back ' |
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Cause we ain't goin' down |
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EASY! & that's if we go down at all, |
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I'm quick to throw down & brawl |
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I'll punch a hater in his throat for talkin' nonsense (blah!) & we won't back down at all until you back down and fall |
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So tell Osama |
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DTP's about that bomb shit (blah!) |
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We convicts like |
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Akon & Young |
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Jeez I can blow you off the map with two grips & one squeeze (aaahhh!) |
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Just for walkin' on my turf you pay fees |
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Or get a bullet to yo' teeth, tell these boys to say, "CHEESE!!!" [Chorus x2: I-20] |