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Yeah nigga |
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Fast Money, |
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Cash Money how we roll it out-is how we roll it in know what |
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I'm sayin nigga feel me nigga we just hit a lick nigga gotta bout 50 more years nigga and |
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I wanted to go fuck with a nigga who broke bread with us first nigga so we flew to |
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Houston ya holla! [Bun B] |
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I jumped in the game with a 50 dollar sack a heart full of hustle and my mind on stacks |
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I held my nuts in the game called crack now |
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I'm deep up in the streets and |
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I ain't never lookin back |
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I gotta reputation |
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I ain't gotta keep dealin it a south nigga....give a fuck if you ain't feelin it |
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UGK for life bitch an underground boss disrespect and that's a line you don't really wanna cross (Fa Real) quick on the trigger, pull a pistol out quick on a nigga one click blow the shit out a nigga (BLOAH) been bout a figure ain't stoppin till |
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I see it don't hate me hoe cause that's the way |
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I gotta G it |
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P.A.T baby that's me baby... |
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Free Pimp |
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C and that's real |
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OG baby this dedicated to my niggaz on lock |
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KS, Young |
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Ryno, and the homie |
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Lil'Block it don't stop [Chorus x2: Bun B] |
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Take a walk through my ghetto life (ghetto life) let me show you that my ghetto's shiest (ghetto's shiest) drug deals, and young niggaz gettin'killed |
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I ain't gotta tell you that my ghetto real |
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Uhhh look at here, uptown cut throat nigga any year crisp and clear ya hear me now nothin nice break you off with a style |
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Fuh real coke, dope, pills-it's no joke here everybody strapped look at where |
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I'm at (BLAT, BLAT) nigga shits so real it's no doubt about it all cowards get killed fa sheezy while |
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I'm sneakin through them people forty four bags and them people in that |
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M-A-G-N-O dish it out or get from round |
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L-I-A uptown know ya down all that drama (???) thuggin with a heavy (??)shinin on them hoes ya know it's so real it's no doubt about it all cowards get killed ya know [Chorus] [Birdman] |
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Look you know them guns go to poppin when them niggaz go to drop e'm make e'm all run go to scatter nigga cause when you fuckin with the man he'll spend a few grands cause you know we puttin change on ya yeah cause we thugged out, wigged out came through the neighborhood with the guns out nigga don't make me drop the top don't give a fuck about the weather cause we still gon'shine nigga yeah and that was changeable evidence homie that's why they let |
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Rufus go and we was playin with paper nigga-and dropped 50 on the flo'nigga so |
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I spread my wings out came through the nieghborhood with the |
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L's out nigga and |
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I'm tryin to get out the dope game but |
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I still let them birds out [Chorus] [Birdman ad libs to end] |
