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Boy, I think this the second time |
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You done passed up this sign |
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You goin' the wrong way, man |
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Slow ya role, slow ya role, ya know what |
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I'm saying? |
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Look, we about to go |
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I 255(Yeah)straight up to |
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Memphis(Ya show) |
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See what I'm saying |
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Paul said he gone meet us by |
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Wal-Greens |
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We 'bout to go head on and break this bread |
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Ya see what |
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I'm saying? |
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What you gone do? |
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Bitch, you can picture the pain, |
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I rip you in vain |
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While the young soldiers whisper my name |
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I'm dealing the caine, sippin' on crown, smokin' that |
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JaneOpen the brain, let that shit inject, you think that |
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I'm playin' |
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Don't make me get at your kin fo' those that can't |
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Either you die slow, ride slow, 'cause |
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Fiend about to show |
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How not only |
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God knows, these niggas our hoes, my stock broke |
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So we ain't trippin' puttin' knives to throats |
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Buckin' the clip at the 5and 0, allow smoke |
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Dosha go straight to my lungs |
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I seeWhomp, whomp, whomp, whomp |
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In ya streets |
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Chopper intro now peep this |
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Got wit' you |
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F I E N D and |
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THREE 6Talk it like |
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I bring I feel you need this deep shit |
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Sleep with them fishes, eat with them bitches, it's all on you |
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Like that lil' nigga |
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B.G. CD volume 2 |
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I throw hallows threw, what you use to swallow and chew' |
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Bout what ya gone do? |
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Infamous I'm leavin' brain dust |
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I'll in danger you lamers like strangers |
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I'm in this bitch, pimp stick, clothes hanger |
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I'm out the frame, on a lame, like a |
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BangerI either put you in a cross or |
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I pull the |
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MossI'm runnin' threw so logs, trying to blow ya leg off |
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I put some shit up in the line that'll blow ya mind |
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It's like some |
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Colt 45, does it every time, nigga get my rhymes |
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If I pull my pistol |
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I'm a bust with it |
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Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it |
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You gone be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it |
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Forever tucked with it 'cause you done got touched with it |
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If I pull my pistol |
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I'm a bust with it |
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Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it |
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You gone be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it |
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Forever tucked with it 'cause you done got touched with it |
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Act like you know me when |
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I say I'm head thug on your block |
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Hold ya breath when |
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I spray paint my name on yo spot |
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Tell your self you ain't scared when |
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I run in your shit |
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I ain't 'bout no games |
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Woady it's your life or yo bwoaditch |
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Apologize when |
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I pass by bootin' my grill3rd |
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World I represent it |
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Blood City fo' real |
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Forget yo' know me when |
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I pistol whip you and yo click |
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No limit riders, |
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Tre 6, y'all ain't runnin' like this |
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Now what's the fuck the use of holdin' a gun and playin' with you hoes |
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I'm 'bout to shut down yo' heart that's how the story goes |
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These boys think 'cause we some |
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CEO's, we must be some hoes |
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Its consequences and reprecussions fuckin' with pros |
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These bitches hot 'cause it's hypnotized and no limit |
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We off the wham but only real niggas all up in it |
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I tell you what |
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Serv kill the head of yo click |
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And I bet all them hoes quit talkin' shit |
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If I pull my pistol |
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I'm a bust with it |
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Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it |
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You gone be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it |
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Forever tucked with it 'cause you done got touched with it |
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If I pull my pistol |
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I'm a bust with it |
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Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it |
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You gone be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it |
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Forever tucked with it 'cause you done got touched with it |
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I never ran up yo a trunk, blastin' on a fuckin' punk |
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Toxicated, high, or drunk, try and grab the closest pump |
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Never flodged on how |
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I lived, fight a nigga over a bitch |
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Playa I'm just callin' pimp, always keep a cigarette lit |
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Never walked up in the club, dissin' niggas with a mug |
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Always keep my own sack, never wanted to hit your bud |
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Independent on you hoes, makin' more than selling dope |
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If you wanna hate the click, nigga, |
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I make your body froze |
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Close yo' eyes? |
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Mouth full, it's a south thang thugging like that |
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You say you know |
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I'm in North |
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Memphis pushin' that drill |
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Tearin' clubs up in |
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South Memphis and |
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Smokey City |
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Say your prayers when |
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I lay that iron clean on yo chest |
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Don't play no games boy, |
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I'm kinda wild with that tech |
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Pretend you death when |
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I scream what city you clame |
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Fuck around with me |
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I separate your body from your name |
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Lay down bitch, |
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La Chat and |
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I ain't playing no games |
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Bucking you hoes, my mado keep my distance from lames |
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My 45 be on my side and |
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I be ready to ride |
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We catch you slippin' you be missin' have you buried alive |
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My niggas downtown we got that anna that you bitches don't won't |
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Step to me wrong |
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Paul, Juicy, |
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Pat, La Chat |
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Be strapped wit' them pumps |
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Now how you figure when you fuck up that we gone let you live |
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We kill your ass then set a randsome fo' your guts that we spill |
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If I pull my pistol |
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I'm a bust with it |
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Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it |
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You gone be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it |
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Forever tucked with it 'cause you done got touched with it |
