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Yeah, uh, yeah |
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I like the way that sound |
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NowCheck, n**** ya feelin' like a frog in a jump |
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One weed will bring you from the bottom the trunk |
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From the trunk to the dump |
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I'ma rain on 'em, put the chump a slump |
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Like a rib shot |
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That's what the customers want |
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Don't cha, this ain't the typical story |
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Therefore |
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I don't fall in the category |
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I'm cool calm and collective |
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You con'in a |
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LexusBlew chronic for breakfast |
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It match with the necklace |
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Nines only down til' the rats wanna check this |
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Reckless, born treacherous warn specialist |
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Especially if you rest next to me |
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N**** come testin' me, you get the gun recipe |
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These old n****z want the new born sound |
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Actin' like they don't know who holdin' |
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New York down |
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Yeah, I used to buy |
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Nick's, ten years later now |
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I'm super-fly slick without a roof on my whip, s*** |
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I sip a hundred proof til' |
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I'm ripped |
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And wave at the haters who got a root canal sick |
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Tell n****z ' |
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Like to make a scene' so the llama's close |
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That kind of s*** don't fly like mumma jokes |
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So they got 'em long-short, |
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Old kinda toast |
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More out of left s***, trailers all around the coast |
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To places you get around by boat, |
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I get a pound |
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I smokeI put 'em down them dope |
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I'm real scope when |
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I pass the block, |
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I make traffic stop |
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A prodigal wave thing that make the apple rot |
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This apple jacks, be long before the platinum plaques |
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The Pro Tools and the wax |
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Take a step back 'fore you catch a contact |
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The flows like an |
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M-16 with an arm-strap |
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I'ma bomb on n****z until they can't bomb back |
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The Hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack |
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All of s*** changed since a came |
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A lot came 'round here, f***in' up the game |
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Therefore |
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I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain |
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You playin', |
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I'm hungry than a mahf***er' mayn' |
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Rob a store 'fore you walk around poor' |
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Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown more |
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You fuelin' up the fire when you hate |
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So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake, |
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I can't wait |
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Until the curtains close |
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It's just me and |
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Tony, in them purple |
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O'sIndoor overload, drive like |
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I own the roads |
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These n****z is p*** that's why my shoulders cold |
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M by the toted bow, |
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I'm ridin' filthy in the |
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Beamer'Cause |
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I can have |
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Lamina Calina bring to a mister meaner |
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You drown in deep water, any n**** around come |
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From the street corner, where you need your heat on ya |
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I'm on the climb while my next |
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CD climbs |
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South side |
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Greedy Dine, red wine, |
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DB9, NYPD grind |
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Why? It ain't an easy grind |
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A n**** try to get mine, |
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I'ma feed him nine |
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And it's graffiti time, n****az sprayin' ya mural |
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For try'na by a motherf***in' hero |
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I'm fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me |
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Jet by on the nasty, n**** you in a taxi |
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All of s*** changed since a came |
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A lot came 'round here, f***in' up the game |
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Therefore |
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I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain |
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You playin', |
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I'm hungry than a mahf***er' mayn' |
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Rob a store 'fore you walk around poor' |
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Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown more |
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You fuelin' up the fire when you hate |
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So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake, |
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I can't wait |
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Ha, ha, yeah, uh |
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G-UnitRaw |
