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Yeah nigga, this hit is a hustle |
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Niggaz be hustlin' backwards |
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But they all need to slow down |
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And get some game first nigga |
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Boy, you better get some game |
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Listen what a nigga sayin' |
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Boy, you're 'bout to lose control |
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This is how you need to roll |
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The lil' homey got shot |
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Doin' just a whole lot' |
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Cause he just wouldn't listen |
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Now the nigga dead or the nigga in prison |
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Slow down muh'fucker, |
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I think you're movin' too fast |
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You a crash dummy, your parkin' leaves you ready to crash |
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If you ask me, |
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I'll say fuck ya, buck ya |
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I'll come up and touch ya |
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With them hammers |
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I'll nail you down |
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I can't tell you hard head niggaz nothin'' |
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Specially when you come up from nothin' and get somethin' |
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It's comatose, |
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I leave you unconscious |
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I'm a nauseous, street nigga who out to stomp this |
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With an attitude, you know |
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I got to feud |
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Allude [Incomprehensible] the fierce motherfuckin' nigga' |
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Cause you so confused, abuse in battle my tactics |
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To all you niggaz who be thinkin' so plastic |
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I stay on my grizzy my grind, run my bling every time |
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I got that good shit because it's hard to find |
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I stay quick to climb, got my mind on my money |
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And my money on my mind, nigga all the time, slow down |
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Boy, you better get some game |
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Listen what a nigga sayin' |
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Boy, you're 'bout to lose control |
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This is how you need to roll |
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The lil' homey got shot |
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Doin' just a whole lot' |
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Cause he just wouldn't listen |
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Now the nigga dead or the nigga in prison |
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Nigga, doin' too much out of bounds out of touch |
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Out of sync out of whack off beat off track |
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Too much motherfuckin' pressure nigga no aim |
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No focus, no goals, no |
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G in you, no game |
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Niggaz wanna go get money with no game |
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Pimpin' black bitches and snow bunnies with no game |
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Got a Chinese bitch that told me 'bout yo' spot |
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Your whole entire clientele on yo' block |
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Better watch, smashin' on you busters off top |
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Two choppers, two glocks |
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You need to calm down, before you get surround |
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How much, could |
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I get for a bus load of birds |
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Try to jack me 'fore it get served |
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Murder currency a word |
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A trial [Incomprehensible], house borough and suburb |
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Calicos with |
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Teflon to overlook the curb, slow down |
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Boy, you better get some game |
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Listen what a nigga sayin' |
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Boy, you're 'bout to lose control |
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This is how you need to roll |
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The lil' homey got shot |
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Doin' just a whole lot' |
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Cause he just wouldn't listen |
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Now the nigga dead or the nigga in prison |
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Come around here, get your head bust over the pavement |
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No fuck nigga, what the fuck was you sayin' |
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Niggaz around here homey ain't jokin' or playin' |
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We runnin' niggaz over when the gun be sprayin' |
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Bodies talk, bullshit walk, sidewalks in chalk |
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The nigga caught slippin' 'cause his ass is hot |
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He movin' like a locomotive, now he's dead |
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Nigga and bangin' was the motive, last word spoken |
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Bodies gettin' stretched from |
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Tacoma to |
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OaklandOn the streets, heartbeat, bang and bust |
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Just shut the fuck up and take some game from us |
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I got purple, blueberry, cash and hoes |
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I got a nickel nigga strip, elbows and toes |
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Every word that's comin' out of your mouth, you showin' me 'bout it |
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Every bird that's comin' out of your house, you told me 'bout it |
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Your mouth, slow it down, nigga hold it down, slow down |
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Boy, you better get some game |
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Listen what a nigga sayin' |
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Boy, you're 'bout to lose control |
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This is how you need to roll |
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The lil' homey got shot |
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Doin' just a whole lot' |
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Cause he just wouldn't listen |
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Now the nigga dead or the nigga in prison |