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Worldwide, W |
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Another banger |
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Come On |
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[Chorus x2:] |
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A ha, I heard them niggas really want beef |
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Non mi diga, can't stand to see a nigga eat |
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Que que, let's gather up the peeps, hundred deep |
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Ta to, tell em we can take it to the streets |
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What ya want |
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Ya counterfeit, ford bootleg MC's |
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Whose the best let's see, only fool test me |
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My peoples get, up most respect |
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Cut throats, b threats, and they both meet death |
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Deep breaths, then I breath again |
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Leavin three of your men, meetin me in they end |
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They I flee in a Benz, I ain't see a penn' |
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An eye for an eye, now we even again |
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It's that season again, take caution what ya flossin |
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You might take a loss, involve past your corpse and |
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[Chorus x2] |
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I may be humble and wise, but when the trouble arise |
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We can throw fists till them niggas double my size |
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Never fear foes, watch em off, offer severe blows |
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You can't win, ya has beens speakin career low |
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Watchin em slow, once I spot em, lock em and load |
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Cuz I pop in the whole, when any nigga plottin for dough |
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Out of control, arson out of parole |
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Outlaw on the run from the cops patrol |
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Dominate flow, it's obvious I'm a prominate pro |
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Over power, ya cop in em, when I'm bobbin the show |
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If you just findin, you know all can knock em out |
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Left on the ring floor, waitin for the ref to count them out |
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[Chorus x2] |
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Polish guns till they glisses, red dot for the distance |
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Keep em barrels spinnin, niggas screamin for I missed this |
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Lord be my witness, ya inches outta existence |
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Branch out thing, fuck the jizza with the fishes |
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When it get's pitch black into mitch match |
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Type of dogs that bark but they never bite bark |
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Ya hearts must be brave, to dig your grave |
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Words sharp enough to split a hair without a blade |
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For the bestell of rebel, on with the fuego |
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[Chorus x3] |
