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I won't stop 'til they feel me dawg |
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They can't knock a ***** hustle they gotta kill me dawg[Master P] |
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You can find me on the block my ***** |
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Ain't nuttin changed, still runnin from the cops my ***** |
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I feel like |
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B.I.G. and ' |
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Pac my *****"All Eyez on Me," but |
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I got this ***** |
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P. Miller shoes, camou' top my ***** |
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I'm from the hood so |
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I'm strapped with two glocks my ***** |
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You wanna scrap but |
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I don't box my ***** |
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Black Sopranos up in here and you get popped my ***** |
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I told Bob hold me a spot my ***** |
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Case these industry *****es try to stop a ***** |
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Try to sue me but |
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I'm on top my ***** |
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Bentley Coupe, |
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P. Miller rims, convertible top my ***** |
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Keep my enemies close and watch my friends |
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And I'ma rep the |
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New No Limit 'til the casket bend |
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We did it once, we'll do it again |
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I don't follow |
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I lead my ***** |
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I set trends[Chorus][Pop] |
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Yo, all you blacks in white, |
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I promise you these two techs createenough firepower to make a coward's chest deflate |
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See Poppa pull up to yo' sets and spray, so you ain't gotta beon public housing to get yo' section ate/eight - ayyyy |
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Now won't you chumps go dare front for? |
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Get dumped on tryin to knock my hustle like a front do' |
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Punk no, you better come off my bread pronto |
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Fo' my guns blow and leave cats wetter than panchos |
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The head honcho, from low peels to sex or grass |
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I bleed on blocks like tampons and maxi-pads |
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Until I'm sleepin on stacks of cash - my triggersare like *****z around strippers they'll snap ya ass |
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Keep actin bad, the two-buck can eat ya whole crew up |
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So you ain't gotta come down to |
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Houston to get |
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Screwed Up |
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I move more yellow on the block than a school bus |
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So if you need a clique to hate on then don't choose us[Chorus] |
