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(Verse 1-Buckshot) |
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Ridin' down the A-V-E in the black A-M-G |
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With the Mac by my lap and they envy |
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The fact that they can't see me |
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Dippin' through the traffic, I'm relaxin', smokin' black with ease |
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Now my cell phone ringin', it's a breezy |
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Let me see, yep, it's this chick I just met and won't let me breathe |
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Fuck that, my mind on my movement |
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'Cause when your money stop, they get dumbfounded and do this |
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"Who this nigga next to me?" |
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Like you give checks to me, nigga, it's respect to me |
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Let them niggas step to me and I'll handle my biz first |
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Then call up my team and they'll handle they biz worse |
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This shirt that I wear on my back |
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Represent every vocalist you hear on these tracks |
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Nigga, and everywhere that I steer my gat |
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I steer my whips and you hear where we at, nigga |
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(Hook-Tek (Starang Wondah)) |
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I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd |
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(And nowadays everybody murder, bustin' they guns |
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The whole hood is corner boys, gettin' they ones) |
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I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd |
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(And now everybody got a sixteen, a beat and 'dro |
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The whole hood is gangsta, pimpin' they ho's) |
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(Verse 2-Sean Price) |
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Listen, kick drum, snare and hi-hat |
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I pitch jums around here, pa, don't try that |
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Louis Satchmo, pull the tool, let the gat blow |
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Melon pop, taco meat, extra tobasco |
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Little Rascal, buck heat at Buckwheat |
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For talkin' dumb, but they all love it when Ruck speak |
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Fuck freaks for free, fuck freaks on E |
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Probably fuck freaks that you've seen on BET |
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Been there, done that, no rubber, got clap |
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So it hurt when I piss, this verse is the shit |
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Sean is a beast, you can hear me holler at the full moon |
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Columbine High, settin' fire to school rooms |
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No way, Jose Canseco |
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Pop popular guys at the pop of the bank-o |
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Sean Price, big knife, ready to shank those |
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Niggas at the dice game frontin' with bankrolls |
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(Hook-Tek (Starang Wondah)) |
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I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd |
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(And nowadays everybody murder, bustin' they guns |
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The whole hood is corner boys, gettin' they ones) |
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I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd |
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(And now everybody got a sixteen, a beat and 'dro |
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The whole hood is gangsta, pimpin' they ho's) |
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(Verse 3-Tek) |
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Now everybody is a hustler, grind to get money |
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Remember these same people broke and bummy |
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Askin' me for ones, being real hyphy |
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You spendin' all the Grant's and givin' Jackson's to wifey |
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Now I got haters wantin' to ice me |
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I gotta be careful 'fore they secret indict me |
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And make me a Mountaineer like West VA boys |
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Can't do no crime since I tatted my face boy |
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I'll be dead in a lineup, givin' a time-up |
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Twenty five-to-life, where I sign up? |
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But I'm straight, my flight, they even need me |
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On the ground at nine, that's more time to grind |
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(Hook-Tek (Starang Wondah)) |
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I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd |
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(And nowadays everybody murder, bustin' they guns |
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The whole hood is corner boys, gettin' they ones) |
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I said 1-2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you're ready for me, lawd |
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(And now everybody got a sixteen, a beat and 'dro |
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The whole hood is gangsta, pimpin' they ho's) |
