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What |
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Check, check |
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Head buster, set ripper |
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Neighborhood superstar |
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Corner splitter |
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While we dispose of |
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Nigga broad hitter |
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Hot boys soldier |
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Expedition flipper, hell |
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Niggas be terrified from us 'cause they know how we play |
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Them niggas hide from us or catch 3 from a k |
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I'm just a scrub, i can't scuff; i'm too light to fight |
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I'm lil' too thin to win so i ride at night |
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You're fake, respect, nigga |
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You're playin' with the wrong one |
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I'll break your neck, nigga |
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You're playin' with the wrong gun |
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I use k's to wet niggas |
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I'm sprayin' the whole room |
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Better watch your back, nigga |
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Lil' one, that's a wrap |
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March nigga step up when i.. i bust a cap |
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Niggas drop like (whistle) splat |
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Keep jokin' here, and i'm gon' show you what i'm 'bout |
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Respect my mind or get your brains knocked out |
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(chorus) |
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[lil' wayne] |
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Respect my mind or get your brains knocked out |
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Respect my mind or have them boys in your house |
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[b.g.] |
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Respect my mind, look, we be ridin' on chrome |
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Respect my mind 'cause we get our shine on |
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[lil' wayne] |
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Respect my mind 'cause we that hot boy clique |
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Respect my mind, nigga, you can't phase this |
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[b.g.] |
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Respect my mind, look, we'll fuck your bitch |
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Respect my mind, look, we 'bout that gangsta shit |
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[juvenile] |
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Nigga, watch me grow up |
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When i was small he had plan |
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My daddy was ballin', and he was the right-hand man |
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My poppa bought us a house to keep our family secure |
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Livin' good on a ranch in the middle of the woods |
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I understood at a young age my poppa would spray |
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Seen him slit a nigga throat and shoot one up in the face |
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He'd be murder case after case: he was untouchable |
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But he had a right-hand man that wasn't trustable |
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Who undercover slow he made deals under the table |
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Workin' for the feds 'round my people wearin' a cable |
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My daddy got busted, so he got left with the dope |
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All our shit got repossessed, and our family was flat broke |
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Moved back inside the projects in summer of '84 |
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Developed my hustlin' skills from yomey and black zo |
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When i got to the point that i wasn't small no more |
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Hooked up the same nigga that handled my daddy dough |
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I know that he sheisty; but this nigga just don't know |
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Swear to god i ain't 'bout it; but this nigga just don't know |
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I got a few under my belt and i'ma make it one more |
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Cock the 4-4 and knock his brains out on the floor |
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Respect my mind |
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(chorus) |
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[b.g.] |
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Me, wayne, turk, and juvenile gettin' blunted |
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In fresh pearl-white suburb 1500 |
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No stun'n, countin' 100 thou', nigga fronted a brick |
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He should have knew hot boys wasn't bringin' back shit |
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That's how the game go, and that's how the game get played |
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Head buster, for sure, sweat no hoes, haters get sprayed |
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All week long, look, i'm a nigga on the grind |
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All year round i make you niggas respect my mind |
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Every single day it's a must i tote that fuckin' iron |
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Disconnect your spine, leave you funky or paralyzed |
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I blues blocks to bust heads |
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I use glocks and play hotels to the feds |
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Niggas know i ain't the one to be repped on |
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Move when i'm comin' through, or you get stepped on |
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I don't give a motherfuck if you got your vest on |
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I'm shootin' through that, thought you knew that |
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That's how b.geezy do that |
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I ride dirty, and when i ride you die |
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All the time you bitch-niggas gon' respect my mind |
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(chorus) |
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[turk] |
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Nigga, respect my mind |
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Can't, then stay your distance |
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Kill realahs like that, nigga, you come up missin' |
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I soak your spot when you're repping on me |
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Get hit with shots when you're hatin' on me |
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What's happenin', wodie |
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Do you think you ready for us |
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Disrespect our mind, fuckin' over you is a must |
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Come through your cut |
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Nigga, it's over, don't spook now |
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'cause when you was talkin' 'bout us it was all good, ha |
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Nigga. fuck all that; i ain't gon' talk, i'ma save it |
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Original h.b., nigga, i ride mercedes |
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A young rich nigga, my whole team playin' with figures |
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Wear soldiers and 'bauds, and gettin' richer and richer |
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I got stacks of money, and fuckin' plenty hoes |
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Nigga, respect my mind or i'll knock off your nose |
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(chorus 2x) |
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[lil' wayne] |
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Respect my mind |
