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[Vital:] Y'all niggaz wanna stop me but they can't |
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And ya might tyr and pop me but you ain't |
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You too scared, y'all ain't prepared |
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The kid got enough heat to build a fan base in |
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Baghdad I'm turfmatic, you don't wanna start no static |
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Have ya sayin hail mary's like that ass was catholic |
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Ya head on straight don't make me unmask it |
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Or I'll be forced to and disappear like magic |
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And until that day caome that |
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I'll get, put in a casket |
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I'm a saty spittin rhymes, til |
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I get rich |
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That's on |
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Brookly, hear my words and hear 'em well |
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I got the envelope sealed noe, you got mail |
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Ain't no tellin what |
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I'm finna do |
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I'm unpredictable |
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I just might flip |
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Cock aim and let it spit |
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Or I might get ripped and split your brain |
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Just label me a hard head, who ain't gon change [Hook: x2] |
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It ain't fun out here, you gotta keep a gun out here |
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Cause niggaz don't make it to see twenty-one out here |
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It's rough out here, you'll get snuffed out here |
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Trunked, stuffed and even handcuffed out her [Mac Dre:] |
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Who me? nah potna, your barkin up the wrong tree |
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I'm cutthoat, keep thump thang on me |
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I aim good, |
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I throw these thangs good |
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And me and that nigga |
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Vital, we from the same hood |
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The Country |
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Club, where niggaz love to nub |
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Push Scrape thing with whistle and dubs and grub |
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It's so rough, so tough out here baby |
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We got that puff and that fluff stuff out here baby |
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Come out here baby, come visit the |
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Bay Like them boys in |
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LA nigga we don't play |
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With the atmosphere is different nigga have to keep it pimpin |
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Nigga you ain't got no bitches, you ain't gettin your trippin |
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I'm yokin and dippin, totin my equipment |
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Gone off a fifth, floatin and |
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I'm trippin |
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Me and Vital, nigga we finna put a hit out |
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Yet the game is rough boy we tryin to get out |