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This the hardest beat |
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I ever heard |
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That's my shit, that's my shit nigga, that's my shit |
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You see them 24's on the curb |
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That's my shit, that's my shit nigga, that's my shit |
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You see them big blunts full of herb |
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That's my shit, that's my shit nigga, that's my shit |
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Everything |
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I got I worked for |
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That's my shit, that's my shit nigga, that's my shit [Verse 1: Sean Jay] |
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Sean Jay the type to break a hoe, young chasin major dough |
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Cut the check with |
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DTP now chickens try and play me close |
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Ballin in the mall with |
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Chaka, shoppin for the latest clothes |
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Turn your lady to a bopper, watch how |
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I take your hoe |
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Niggaz see |
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I get that money, now they wanna wait to blow |
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Underground grindin, perfect timing in a crazy flow |
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Put Georgia on your mind and now |
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I'm ridin on the radio |
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Your ass ain't no |
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DJ, my advise stop playin me fore [Verse 2: Smoke] |
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I'm ridin in my drop cut, these 24 inch not scrubbin |
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In my plastic sack, |
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I got more purple than baby bops buddy |
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So materialistic, we're chopping early today |
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What rolls around my throat, arm wristed in a bouqet 15's in the back blasting, |
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Peep the candy as |
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I pass em |
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Watch the chamillion paint flop like |
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Chingy's last album |
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Cocoa Chanelle frames on woodgrain |
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Old grain blown thangs on my hip but that's the clips [Chorus] [Verse 3: Playaz Circle 1] |
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I'm married to the streets and this beef shit's apart of it |
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Jumped out with heat, niggaz didn't want no parts of it |
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Pull up in the club, looking like they wanna start something |
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Fuckin all these niggaz hoes, that ain't ever dawned on me |
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Tired of the fussin, bitches blushin, bumrushin |
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The car treat me like a star but |
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I ain't done nuttin |
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Summer almost over with but |
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I ain't done frontin |
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They hate we gettin money, we gon make these niggaz love it [Playaz Circle 2] |
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Pay my dues, takin crews, just me and my haitian dudes |
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Makin loot, even made the news in my gator shoes |
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Three fifty seven glock, nine, a tech twenty two |
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Everything |
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I ride in on at least twenty twos |
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It's hustler music is what you hear in them drug zones |
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They play it in their chevy loud plus it's a club song |
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That seven fourty five, that's my whip |
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The biggest house in the neighborhood, that's my shit [Chorus] [Verse 4: Perfect Harmony] |
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I get high like cooling, ruling with the toolin |
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On a 22, still got that uzi in that hoopty |
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Niggaz all flashy, showing off their jewelry |
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Til I shoot it through their heart like cupid |
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Give it to 'em raw like sushi when |
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I'm back on the groupies |
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Young nigga with a gun nigga, |
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Norfclk where |
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I'm from nigga |
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Shut up and roll that blunt nigga and |
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I don't even stunt nigga |
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Quiet cause |
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I hit them lips, roll up on a nigga with a clip now that's my shit [Verse 5: Ludacris] |
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I may be rich but never satisfied, making hoes camera shy |
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Comin down topping blades, call me |
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The Last Samurai |
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I'll cut cha, gun butt cha, |
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Knuck ya then buck ya |
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It calls for |
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Hammer Time if you think we can't touch ya |
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Cause we too legit to quit, nigga run up on your click nigga |
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Not action heroes but we all making six figures |
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So put your choice to it, women get moist to it |
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A songs worth a million once |
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I lend my fucking voice to it [Chorus] |