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Get your ones get your guns, muthafucker it's on |
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New millennium and what? Bleek reborn |
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All the haters eat a dick, who I'm riding with bitch |
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You know the game and the name, I ain't change for shit |
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I toke cuatro cinco when uno says |
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Keep uno in the head you wouldn't fuck with this |
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My guns German bullets burning |
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Where them bricks I'm searching, I need the money urgent |
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And I'm rushing, you slowing me down, ain't no holding me now |
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I'm out the gate, on the throne and I'm holding it down |
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All my niggas on the run, you's to eat for a reason |
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Fuck around and holla wrong, me and NORE come in squeezing |
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And these streets is mine, M E M P H, I got style |
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I make it look good being wild |
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With da game I got, anything I got |
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I hate everything in site, whether aiming or not |
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Yo, what u niggas wanna hate for? |
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Why you niggas all running outta state for? |
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You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for |
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Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha? |
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Yo, what u niggas wanna hate for? |
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Why you niggas all running outta state for? |
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You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for |
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Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha? |
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What, what, I do this shit for the streets |
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Just left Iraq, 'bout to meet with Bleek |
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Aiyo, and we both got weed in tons |
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When me and MemphMan, smoke the call us lazer lungs |
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Thugged out, Roc-a-Fella, big bank accounts |
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On the sky-tel with big type, and bring the ounce |
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Clip on niggas, niggas just be seeing me cussing |
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How you dig up with my style, the way I be rushing |
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Just to style you head in, you drove to a dead end |
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So what you gon' do now, once I but lead in |
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I say what, what, now y'all say what, what |
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I say that I'm a thug, now y'all wanna be thugs |
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And I admit that I'ma hustler just hustling drugs |
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Yet I do this shit because crime pays |
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I'll rock a cescear and doo rag and I don't got waves |
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Don't got waves, don't got waves, don't got waves |
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Yo, what u niggas wanna hate for? |
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Why you niggas all running outta state for? |
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You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for |
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Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha? |
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Yo, what u niggas wanna hate for? |
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Why you niggas all running outta state for? |
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You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for |
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Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha? |
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Yo, yo, niggas wanna turn states, just hand me the eight |
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Have a crib in Iraq, for the Memph escape |
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Where the D's won't find me, trees is lime green |
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Hoes give head just to ride and watch springs |
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Niggas gon' hate, 'cause we trying to get rich |
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My steak got A1, I can taste the chips |
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Give them facial hits, from the chrome thou flip |
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With the serious scratch, get them pinnacles back |
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You can take some nigga, you wouldn't take some of these |
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My bullets heat up and burn, nigga, feel my sting |
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For the 9 double 9, these streets is Bleek |
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All my niggas on the run just got to eat |
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Yo, what u niggas wanna hate for? |
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Why you niggas all running outta state for? |
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You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for |
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Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha? |
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Yo, what u niggas wanna hate for? |
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Why you niggas all running outta state for? |
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You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for |
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Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha? |
