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(*talking*) |
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South-Sive, the young Don |
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You motherfucking right, I'm back man |
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H-A-W-K, my motherfucking big brother |
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This for the late great Fat Pat |
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DJ Screw baby, you did it |
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You started this monster man, ha-ha |
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(Lil' Keke) |
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We did that, just to prove a point |
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When we in the vocal booth, we'll crash the joint |
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Another callabo, reaching for mo' do' |
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Geeking and spitting flow, teaching a weak hoe |
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Let me go, I drop raps a mile a minute |
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Done six hundred thousand, local and independent |
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Boys see me flow, but they can't see me do' |
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Cutting out the middle man, when you the CEO |
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I mash and get crunk, and do it for Corey Blunt |
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Take a two week trip, throw fifty up out the trunk |
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Mastermind, take it to another level |
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Basically I'm saying, that I'm platinum in the ghetto |
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Fuck a major deal, we get nine a pop |
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Pressing up seventy thousand, everytime we drop |
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Release six a year, you do the math |
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I'ma stay in the studio, and let you hear the slab |
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(Hook: Lil Keke & (H.A.W.K.) - 2x) |
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We did this, just to let you niggaz know |
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(mic check straight wreck, when we come with the flow) |
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Representing, for the S.U.C |
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(coldest lyricists, in the 7-1-3), hey |
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(H.A.W.K.) |
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7-1-3, is the area code |
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7-45, is how I hog the road |
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24/7 nigga, I stay blowed |
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And all the hoes say H.A.W.K., is thoed |
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It's the great one, brother of the late one |
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The straight one, when I bust with this gun |
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Don't hate son, cause the flow is polish |
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Never went to college, but still blessed with knowledge |
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Never had a major deal, and don't even want it |
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I just flex my skill, and crush my opponent |
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However you want it, I bring it hard to the rack |
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And y'all must forgot, I got platinum placks |
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And that's a fact, the next best thing to crack |
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To hear one of my songs, you gotta ring it back |
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Rewind that shit, get off in your mind and shit |
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The kid is sick, and I love the way he spit |
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(Hook - 2x) |
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(Lil' Keke) |
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We spit this rap, and drive this map |
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Then I kick this flow, and go for mo' |
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Then I let you niggaz know, that I don't play |
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Smoke this light green, everyday |
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I'm on my way, me and my nigga Big Hawk-y |
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Across the water, alert the Nextel walkie |
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Young Don, and they just can't see |
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Another cold nigga, from the 7-1-3 |
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(H.A.W.K.) |
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Ke hit me on the walkie, so I hit him back |
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Did you hear what we did, to that Worm track |
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We did that, boys better back on back |
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Or I'll react, and dominate just like Shaq |
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H.A.W.K. and the Don, really we don't barre none |
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We the shit, and y'all mo'fuckers the runs |
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Here we come, so y'all better move around |
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It's the 7-1-3, bout to shut shit down |
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(Hook - 2x) |
