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Intro: |
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Yeah, I heard niggaz out here talking major shit you dig |
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But ain't no motherfucker step to me and said "Spice you a punk" |
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Cause you know I whup his motherfuckin ass |
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Chorus: |
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Niggas be muggin me, Don't show no love for me |
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Don't playa hate me love tha thug in me |
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Now when I walk on by, niggaz be muggin me |
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Don't playa hate me love tha thug in me |
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Now if your hoe come knockin at my door, she |
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Must want a thug ass nigga for sure |
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Cause it's the young playa Spiz-ice and I be stacking my paper |
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24 motherfuckin 7, a nigga havin it major |
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Now we can do this like playas |
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or we can hop into some gangsta shit |
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Niggas be tryin to clown, when your bailin with your bitch |
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I almost fell, gettin up out the car but see |
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I had to pistol whip the nigga because he knows who we are |
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We the niggas with the Lex's, Rolexes laced up with diamonds |
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Timer, Timer, Baller, Baller |
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she fucked with the shot caller now |
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Didn't need no scrilla to get her, she want a thug nigga |
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Poppin collars, and at the same time clockin dollars |
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Real as they come I got soldiers ready to rob at night |
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And when a nigga goes to your jar you don't attempt to fight |
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You playa hate daily, talkin the shit on the ace |
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But you a bitch cause you never talk the shit to my face |
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Chorus 2X |
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I put the pedal to the metal and uh jump the Chevy |
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heavy in the game |
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But about four five different ghetto names |
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I can't be tamed I'm a G to my heart |
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I can't be changed I've been breaking these niggaz down from the start |
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I'm hearing shit up in the streets man, niggaz is crazy |
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I've been serving them dope fiends on that block |
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since you was babies |
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And the world is yours, nigga you can have it all |
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But if you talk bad on this G ass nigga you'll take a fall, blaaaow |
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How many hoes want a nigga that get his ass kicked |
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Car took, whupped and jacked ain't got no get back |
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I ain't the type to let no nigga jack me |
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Baby we cool if they run up on the Caddy |
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Chorus 2X |
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I'm off the Hennessy, when it's me she's callin right back |
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I'm up in the Benzo on the mobile spittin the game off the yack |
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I'm strapped with two blacks, cuz I ain't the baller |
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who be out there slippin |
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She understands niggaz be playa hatin so she ain't trippin |
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Saggy pants G-braids but nigga still out to get paid |
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I'm keepin my mind up on my money and all my money is made |
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Shadetree niggaz be tryin to get in my mix |
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Conflicts, 40 caliber cliques when I be burying tricks |
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She seen me knock niggaz out now I do walkbys |
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Now I put faulty ass niggas between them chalk lines |
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See everybody be lookin when I be bailin, trailin indo smoke |
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See it ain't nothing but the smooth sailin |
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And now I kick back and enjoy my riches on a sunny day |
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But sucka ass niggaz be all up in my way |
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You're secure don't you worry bout a thang |
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I got these two twin glocks and when they cocked this is what they say |
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Chorus 2X |
