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50, uh |
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ScHoolboy Q |
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Haha |
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[Hook: 50 Cent & ScHoolboy Q] |
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Smiling...? |
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***** you gon' make me Flip On You! |
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You gon' make me flip this knife out do some *******t to you! |
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***** you gon' make me Flip On You! |
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***** you gon' make me-you gon' make me Flip On You! |
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***** you gon' make me Flip On You! |
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You gon make me pull the strap out, do some *******t to you! |
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***** you gon' make me Flip On You! |
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***** you ain't gon' be moving when this clip is through! |
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[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] |
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*****, I'm the one that bought all them *****es out |
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Got a G-A-T this MVP don't run his mouth, ***** |
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You gon' make me fill this clip for you |
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You gon' make me unload then reload 'em number 2 |
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*****, I've been known to get them Oxys off |
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I believe in God, but cross my heart this nine go off |
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*****, I'm from the Mecca of the Groove |
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The Hoover Crip, I grew up on Figg I had to dodge them County Blues |
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Live my life behind the rules |
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Running from the cops, smash the rocks up under my shoes |
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Spit out the eighth that once, hid in my face |
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Bounce spring over the gate, didn't get caught |
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I guess my escape, ***** was fate |
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I love the block and all the dogs that kept me safe |
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Now it's, back to adding, points to the crime rate |
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Get slumped in your drive way |
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You gon' make me hurt your boy |
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You gon' make me put that work in boy |
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You gon' make me get to murkin' boy |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2: 50 Cent] |
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Focus on money, I'm in and out ass fast |
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She loosen up against the wall like a NASCAR crash |
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Got a bunch of enemies, I count my friends on one hand |
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Ghetto philosphy, watch me, I got a hundred scams |
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Like we could make a few dollars, that there a hundred grams |
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I got a gift, I communicate with the afterlife |
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Apparently, your ***** ass ain't acting right |
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*****s killed your man, you ain't gon' get him back? |
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What? You is tired out? Why you ain't get around to that? |
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You wander, I travel, I have a destination |
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I'll be a street legend new version of Pappy Mason |
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My style? It'll never die, boy I'm immortal |
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You shoot me down, I'll get back up and keep coming for you |
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Man on fire, hi**an for hire |
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Them *****s got happy they thought I was gon' retire |
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Now they ***** giving me head, I'm the man, a man admires |
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What's up? |
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[Hook:] |
