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(silkk talking) |
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Ok p, i think they done fucked up now, right? |
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We have to bring the headbusters down |
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From that 504, ya'll know wha w bout, ya heard me? |
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Chorus [krazy] 1x |
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These bitch niggas can't fuck wit' us |
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We bust |
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I guess i gotta show you niggas you could be touched. |
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Me and my souljas, we be bout, 50 deep |
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The life that we livin' we can't slip or sleep |
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[halloway] |
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I'm from that 405 backwards |
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Wherei fell in these tractors |
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Where niggas ride around wit' 20's spinnin' on adaptors. |
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I'm from the terrordome |
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Where niggas sport hair and bone |
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And there's one major label in this city, and each is own. |
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No love for hos |
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Cuz they'll leave you wit' your shit exposed |
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Set you up |
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And get cut |
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And act like they don't know fuck |
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I'm from that dirty |
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Where niggas will kill behind that birdie |
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We use words like say brah and bitch you heard me. |
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[g-spade] |
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War and collide |
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Fuck wit' us and fo' sho die |
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Hit yo' block from both sides |
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Gc's sick and tired |
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These niggas don't play |
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Thinkin' it's a fuckin' game |
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Bitch hide you rear, but too, we struck to your fuckin' brain. |
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Better ask them niggas do they really want war |
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They'll tell you ah, nope, not wit' spade dawg |
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Shit's real |
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Get your cap peeled |
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Feel your blood spill |
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Keep this snub, no steel |
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Cuz these thugs will kill |
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[valario] |
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It's war wit' this six slugs |
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Known to sell drugs |
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Down south, thugged out, never gave a fuck |
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Everybody in this muthafucka down to bust |
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504, nothin' but murderas among us |
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Ghetto commission rippin' them niggas up alone the choppers. |
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Tso know that the ghetto niggas street stoppers. |
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504, the westbanks comin' real |
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504, them other niggas know the deal |
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Chorus 2x |
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Silkk the shocker |
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Nigga can't be fucked wit', dawg, nigga, no way. |
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We make niggas go to the fedz, so they can relocate. |
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While ya'll do it for a couple of hours, we do it for the whole day. |
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If i gotta do somethin', shit, you know i gots ta hold weight. |
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War, we about that nigga |
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Fuck wit' my clique, i doubt that nigga |
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Leave the keys in the car, hop up out that nigga |
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Cuz we about the figgas |
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Still about the triggas |
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To myself, type of nigga that'llstay in the cut |
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Lil' quiet ass niggas, really don't say much |
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Hatas, confrence calls tomorrow, tryin' to make up. |
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No pistols play slim nigga, hardly lift no weights up. |
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Project nigga, sip henny in a cup |
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19 on the sedan, come through 20's on the truck. |
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Thugged out |
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Nigga, i love this clout |
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Put it down for my niggas, plus i love the south |
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See these niggas that i roll wit', don't gotta second guess that. |
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They'll put it there, where your chest at |
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Tank around my neck, ya'll better respect that |
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I don't fight, if you got hands (guns fire) you'll catch that. |
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Chorus 2x |
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(krazy talking) |
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Now |
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Fuck it |
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Murder your muthafuckin' ass nigga |
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Ghetto commission nigga |
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And that nigga silkk |
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Haha, and krazy |
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I'm just thuggin' |
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It's all love, babay |
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This no limit shit deep nigga |
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You niggas can't swim |
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Don't get in the muthafuckin' water |
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Cuz you'll get a bomb bitch |
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We don't give a fuck |
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It's ain't no love |
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Nothin' but thugs |
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Drama! |
