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Well its like this, i'ma keep it faint, i mean swift |
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Got ak 's cocked and aimin and sprayin, 4 you ready to trip |
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Keep it on yo hip if you aint steady boy we ready to spray |
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Nigga down to box but we know you punk niggaz wasnt raised up that way |
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Especially not today, niggaz be talkin shit and poppin they trunk |
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Nigga jus dont know, i'ma be calm and bitch that's jus like i'm krunk |
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So ya wanna dump, i specialize in aimin and pickin off figures |
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Dont even recognize you as niggaz |
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Betta get on back, 4 i attack like cobra's, poisonous venom |
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Get em, they comin, nigga heard stoneycrook was runnin |
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I wasnt thea for tha confrontation nigga if i was ida been str8 jumpin |
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Now its comin for you, talkin shit, |
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Watch out stoneycrook be bombin bitch, now you all up on my dick |
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Aint it bad enuff that i got yo bitch? |
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So i switch to anotha level, smokin my weed |
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We get it bad enuff wit police, dont need you fuckin wit me |
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And got yo bitch comin ova wit tha pounds and sacks |
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She gon give them hoes to me, she say she down like that |
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Chorus[x2] |
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We from tha south, we puts it down like that |
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And dont you niggaz try to hate cause clowns on that |
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Yes we from dallas and our city full of clowns and macs |
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Where even bitches get they riches nigga pounds and sacks |
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Believe that!!!!! |
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[k-roc] |
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Go get yo money, cause its comin, playa you dont wanna miss it |
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It's tha rockla who gon rock it wit tha rippla who gon rip it |
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Nigga trippin cause we pimpin and i'm drippin nuthin but ice |
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Got yo sister and yo wife hollerin they aint nuthin nice |
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Pay tha price cause you don lost em and we flossin wit precaution |
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If these hataz run up on me, i'ma let off some exhaustion |
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Aint no bossin on my block, see that's y i keep a glock |
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And my gurl, she keep tellin me " boy, k-roc you need to stop" |
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So, i'ma drop off so clean, get some weed and some hennessey |
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Write me up a ryhme, hit tha stage, rockin wit tha g's |
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You aint neva seen, these playaz come outta nowhere |
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Only to get this money, no money, playa i dont care |
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Bout wha you hollerin about cause in tha south, you will get domed |
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Young niggaz get they caps peeled for actin like they grown |
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And we chiffin on, some shit they put in folks when they be sleep |
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And niggaz run up like police, and askin wha is it you chiffin |
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Some playa shit!!!! |
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[mr. pookie] |
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Cant overlook it, we 2 crooked, recognize these chalets |
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I was born in dallas, where we withstand our battles |
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And tha cattle, we jus humpin 4 was niggaz to eat |
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So we stay strong on our feet, nigga we dont quit to defeat |
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Stack up on heat and were ready, not for drama, 4 fetti |
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Cause these niggaz takin paper but i'm blastin em steady |
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Hea to tell it like it is, crooks aint got nuthin to give |
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Tryin to show me where you live, been mistaken i'm in yo grill |
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Where tha kill? i know you got tha weed hea today |
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It dont matta, when gon scatta, and gon find it hid away |
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Pistol play, bulletholes in tha wall from tha tusslin |
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Hungry and i'm strugglin, believe i'm po hustlin' |
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But tougher than muthafuckas take me off to be |
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I got venom in my veins, i'm not tha same, beware of me |
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Besta flee, 4 tha rath of me, get mixed up wit my mood swing |
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Attitude has switched, so watch tha shit, these crooked fools bring |
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And we aint trippin, we jus down like this |
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It's been a long time comin, nigga bounce to this |
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We bring tha clips and flip tha script |
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Ready waitin, busta trip |
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Chemotherapy's in order, abatrois finna slaughter |
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Wit a harbor, but still i find tha time to smoke and chill |
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Cool and calm is how i feel, dallas texas flexin steels, nigga |
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Its jus like that, boy, uh, stoneycrook |
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Chorus[x2] |
