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That's right |
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Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty |
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You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty |
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It's all you what you see, I know what |
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Ain't no playin' in these streets |
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Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty |
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You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty |
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It's all you what you see, I know what |
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Ain't no playin' in these streets |
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I'ma slide in and slide out her |
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Big work is what I hide in my house |
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For the hate ammunition make 'em hide out |
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Leave ya head like a highway wide out |
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Flat out once, the cat out, gats out |
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Bring forearms and bats out, chainsaws to ax out |
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The blackout, it's too white but need a black house |
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Got a rat spouse who act out over cracked out |
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Gotta access with the back out on a back route |
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To send shots at that house, rats snitch so I trap mouse |
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Need a hit big boss man, Chingy who they ask 'bout |
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Up and on ya can is blast out, smashed out |
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Eyes red once the hash out, every check gotta |
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Get cashed out, trips for my people |
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On the first in, bustin' in, I'm the last out |
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Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty |
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You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty |
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It's all you what you see, I know what |
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Ain't no playin' in these streets |
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Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty |
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You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty |
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It's all you what you see, I know what |
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Ain't no playin' in these streets |
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The usual suspect but never seen |
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Like my paper forever green wit a together team |
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Whatever seems leads to better cream |
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Better bring them Beretta things |
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Like it rain in the dark, I wet a team |
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My level's mean instead of lean |
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Or here the face of this earth 'bout to let a stream |
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Last night I seen Jesus face the earth and shed a tear |
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Will I make it or be dead this year? |
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Nah, I be glossin' on them shiny feet like a pedicure |
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Posted up in a tactic like metal gear |
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The rose petal's here |
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You from the concrete cracks never met a fear |
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Just a metaphor to better your head'll blur |
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Instead of blur, let it clear how stress is and let it cure |
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Haters hate it hear slap you like hunters at a D |
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This present year not for you peasants here |
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My message here is a must |
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Now that I address you queer |
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Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty |
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You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty |
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It's all you what you see, I know what |
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Ain't no playin' in these streets |
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Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty |
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You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty |
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It's all you what you see, I know what |
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Ain't no playin' in these streets |
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Once I weighed the beats, behave the streets |
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Pave the week with heat 7 days a week |
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Plays in sheet, grenade ya peeps, invade ya cheats |
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Bitches wanna blood bath, so I bathe the freaks |
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Save ya grief, yo make up I made ya meat |
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You made the beef, I ate the beef, knock out ya fronts |
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Ta where they have to tape ya teeth, replace ya teeth |
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You too soft, ain't no way that you can face the street |
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I lace the beat, track runner feds can't trace my feet |
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Or replace my bars in a place wit bars |
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Speedy racer won'tcha race these cars |
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Make me large, take charge and say we stars |
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Don't play, we are make me war, go crazy |
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And blow up some shit, rep yo hood 'cuz you goin' see me |
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Throw up some shit, pull it out and slug up some shit |
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Tore up and spit clips to them peoples come in and show up wit shit |
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Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty |
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You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty |
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It's all you what you see, I know what |
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Ain't no playin' in these streets |
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Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty |
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You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty |
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It's all you what you see, I know what |
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Ain't no playin' in these streets |
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Uh huh, that's just to let you know |
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When you mobb wit me, don't ask no [unverified] |
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If you goin' roll then roll, if you not goin' roll |
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Then I'm goin' roll right over |
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Mobb wit me who? The West side goin' mobb wit me |
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The North side goin' mobb wit me, the East side goin' mobb wit me |
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Down South goin' mobb wit me, nationwide, worldwide |
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Mobb wit ya boy Chingy, ain't no playin' in the streets |
