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Ay they can't handle this one |
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This for the block nigga, what?[D-Tay] |
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I make one move, hit your block, and your whole spot hot |
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Uh-huh, if you're lucky have your whole block cocked |
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Now I ain't sayin that's gon' stop all my niggaz that chop |
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Cause in they mind, ain't no dyin, niggaz flip to get flopped |
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Shootin more than 50 shots and my heart catch not |
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When the gunfire a-start it ain't no callin the cops |
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Besides, you started beef, |
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I'm just bringin it back |
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All my niggaz you hunt around so what you packin a gat? |
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Just leave that where it's at, or leave here on your back |
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Make one move like you're reachin and |
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I'm leavin you flat |
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Warnings I'm givin you, but you never did listen |
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So I'm spittin |
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Smith & Wessons 'til they out of ammunition |
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I'm clip totin, holdin rollin with my cousin |
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PriestI'm back, and ridin in the candy painted 'llac |
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We max, and gettin all these hoes for they cheese |
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We jack, and gettin all these ballers for they ki's[Chorus: repeat 2X] |
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Didn't think that |
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I would make it this far, throwin rocks at the pen |
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Left niggaz layin dead and |
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I did it in sin |
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And I'd do it again, thugged out 'til the end |
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Still we gon' keep ridin 'til we caught in the wind[Rizin Sun] |
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Nigga I'm gon' make it if |
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I gotta rob and steal |
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Cock back my grill, let 'em know this burner's for real |
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When the coast is cleared that's when |
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I plan my escape |
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Wanted in 50 states, my first shot is debate |
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Don't be late, |
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Buck we got hits to make50 is you with me, if they really want me they'd come and get me |
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Now I'm a fugitive on the run, killers don't leave home |
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Without the gun, blaze one |
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They got me nationwide all over the world they tryin to turn me in |
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But the pearls, |
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I think ahead on that |
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Fuck the pen, |
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I'm tryin to see my money stacks |
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If you lookin for me |
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I'm where the ballers at |
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Drinkin Cristal gettin smoked out |
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Try not to take the bar out, but they done, tapped my house |
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I'm goin all out, got me on some major shit |
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Dressed in black, when |
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I attack, please believe that[Chorus][Young Buck] |
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I need to get my hands on somethin, |
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I suggest you play it low |
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Get your last words in when the soldier's rag over my nose |
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Look the anger done build up, |
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I'm damn near about to blow |
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Tryin to unhook a time bomb when |
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I'm right at zero |
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Fuck a stolen vehicle, we gon' pull up in luxury |
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Bubbilize somethin, survive nigga you're lucky |
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When shit get ugly, bustin e'rythang that rush me |
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Swingin this fuckin chopper 'til my arms get musty |
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This occassion calls for military issue buddy |
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My fetti took a slight fall now y'all gon' be bloody |
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Young Buck, a.k.a. |
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Frank Nitti of the city |
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Ain't fakin none to |
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DT's, you got it then come and get me |
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But the form |
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I come in, |
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I swear it's hard to hit me |
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Not a face bein shown, just a chrome tucked in my dickies[Chorus] |
