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Hit the weed, pass the dough |
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Mask 'em face, hide the yo |
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Ride on up, not too fast |
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Point the guns, kill yo' ass |
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Hit the weed, pass the dough |
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Mask 'em face, hide the yo |
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Ride on up, not too fast |
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Point the guns, kill yo' ass |
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I'm a North |
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Memphis nigga |
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My nigga to my last days |
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And when I'm dead and |
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I'm gone let the blunts blaze |
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See lifting weights in the pen got me toned up |
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But fuck the signs |
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If ya step |
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I hold my chrome up |
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Don't give a fuck' |
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Bout them niggas that you hangin' wit' |
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I'm rollin' up |
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Let this tech start sangin' bitch |
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I never quit 'til you violators take a nap |
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Pop in yo' car |
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Blew yo' brains in yo' potnah's lap |
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I know ya strapped |
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But you cowards like to play hard |
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But knowing that you don't wanna catch |
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A murder charge |
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See niggas like to get full of dat weed and liquor |
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You snort a line in yo' mind |
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Now you'se a killa |
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So pull the trigger so |
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We can let the dice roll |
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Dem hollow tips in yo' |
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Shit'll leave a nice hole |
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It's Project |
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Pat on the track |
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Wit' the dope cookin' |
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And where |
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I'm fromGrown men don't take no ass whoopins |
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Hit the weed, pass the dough |
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Mask 'em face, hide the yo |
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Ride on up, not too fast |
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Point the guns, kill yo' ass |
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Hit the weed, pass the dough |
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Mask 'em face, hide the yo |
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Ride on up, not too fast |
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Point the guns, kill yo' ass |
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Not only weak niggas like to start bullshitta |
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But in the street couple hollow points will hit ya |
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I'm watching out for you ones that are sheisty |
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I'm low on cheese so |
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I might pull a heisty |
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I know you punk motherfuckers wanna test me |
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Because yo' bitch like to bow down and bless me |
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Don't give a damn get yo' mama house shot up |
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And have her stiff like some crack that's been rocked up |
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You fucked up |
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And now you gotta pay the cost' |
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Cause you'se a hoe |
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And I'm the motherfucking boss |
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Automatic when |
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I aim you say bye-bye |
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Yo' family sad, you got killed in a drive-by |
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And to you ones that be talking all that yang,yang |
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What you gon' do |
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When that thang's in ya face man |
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It's Project |
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Pat wit' that12 guage strapped ya'll |
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I blow yo' chest out yo' motherfucking back dawg |
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Hit the weed, pass the dough |
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Mask 'em face, hide the yo |
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Ride on up, not too fast |
|
Point the guns, kill yo' ass |
|
Hit the weed, pass the dough |
|
Mask 'em face, hide the yo |
|
Ride on up, not too fast |
|
Point the guns, kill yo' ass |
|
Hit the weed, pass the dough |
|
Mask 'em face, hide the yo |
|
Ride on up, not too fast |
|
Point the guns, kill yo' ass |
|
Hit the weed, pass the dough |
|
Mask 'em face, hide the yo |
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Ride on up, not too fast |
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Point the guns, kill yo' ass |
