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Nigga this motherfuckin 504 shit deep |
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The south done hooked up with the east baby |
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The colonel master p, terror, and i am krazy |
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I'm thugged out feel it |
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[chorus] |
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Wuz up playah ya' slick with that |
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Hundred g chain with the bracelet to match |
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Well check this out here wodie lay on the ground |
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For i show your clown ass how these hot balls sound, they goin' |
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Click click blouh blouh click click blouh |
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Click click blouh blouh click click blouh |
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Click click blouh blouh click click blouh |
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Click click blouh blouh that's my style |
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[terror] |
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Problem with terror take it straight to gun |
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So we can keep it coporate give up your block and run |
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Too much paper here to try an' count by ones |
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Whole head cross me, our hollow wall is young |
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For you haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow |
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If you see the new whip know to add nine o's |
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Now i'm up to 2 bricks or 72 o's |
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If you counting by the whips then it's 8 different flopes |
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I'm heavy lover whether diamonds or broads |
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Heavy lover whether cocaine or cars |
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And what i hop in, its my option |
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To shift your mass put chronic in your dash |
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[chorus] |
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[master p] |
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Now if its on put the dope in the bag baby |
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You come short i'm gon' bust yo' ass baby |
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The neighborhood dope man fool yeah that's me |
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I'm out that 5-0-4 to that c-p-3 |
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Give me an ounce and i'm gon flip it to a brick nigga |
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You got my scratch--you snitch then you a bitch nigga |
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Hit the pen you probably gon' be a missed nigga |
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So here's some prop for your motherfuckin tiss nigga |
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[krazy] |
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Imagine all the bricks in the projects was made of cocaine |
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I'd be richest young nigga in this rap game |
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All my money come in arm of trucks |
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More cars more houses more hoes to fuck |
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You wasn't worried when i was local nigga, i'm world wide |
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You niggas can't take it, you petrified |
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The let me loose out that i reveal, thuggin wit p |
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It's no limit until i die yall can't fuck wit me |
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[chorus] |
