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Yeah! Yeah, Busta Bust down, Flipmode now |
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I know what y'all feel like doin |
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Go 'head and crash your whip in the ****in wall |
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It's cool, niggaz.. we gets busy |
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[Verse One] |
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Fo' sho', spit rogue, get mo' bout to kick in the door |
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Dick sore, split whores 'til they shit on the floor |
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Clique more sick from when you use to see us before |
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Shit, kill a nigga quick, niggaz know my rapport |
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Keep workers on the strip that be ready for war |
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Brick I flip a little quicker if they shit in the store |
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Rip, maybe 'til they drop, and they shit in they drawers |
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Shit crazy when I pop, and I'm grippin the four |
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Thick bitches in the spot, watch 'em strip for the sport |
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Spit vicious for the block, yeah we swingin a torch |
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Stick niggaz for they shit, thank 'em for they support |
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Quick nigga, better quit snitchin down at the court |
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Check track a little slick and try to go on my Forbes |
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Cause we stackin like we rich, and we holdin the fort |
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This time, we had to bring it, guess what we brought |
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The hottest shit to bang from L.A. to the streets of New York |
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[Chorus] |
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All my people, get drunk, get high - WHATTUP? |
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Get money, get rich, get fly - WHATTUP? |
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Get stupid, get busy, get live - WHATTUP? |
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Jump all in your whip, turn the key and drive - WHATTUP? |
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Make a mill' yeah we gon' make about five - WHATTUP? |
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We speak the truth and we ain't talkin no jive - WHATTUP? |
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I'm speakin to the streets and everybody's widdit - WHATTUP? |
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Once again you know we only come to get it - WHATTUP? |
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[Verse Two] |
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AOWWWWWWW!! Ha, I stay wicked now I'm back on the strip |
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Like I went on a vacation and I'm back from my trip |
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Nuff radio rotation like I'm sailin a ship |
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Or when the team circle the block, busy trailin my clique |
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Truck packed fulla niggaz with the strap and the whip |
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Get the gat out of the stash, put it back on my hip |
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Gat butt you in the face, split and fatten your lip |
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Blood hit the floor louder than the clap when it drip |
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I credit your name with bullets, read the back of the script |
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My victim's initials engraved on the back of the clip |
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Chicks love the way we roll, how the movement is thick |
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So official like my name's on the back of your bitch |
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Pay triple for the name on the back of the stitch |
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Name like the whole city now I'm changin the pitch |
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Kick back kinda crazy when I'm holdin the fifth |
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Think you nicer than the God, shit is only a myth |
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Grab ahold of the masses, I was born with a gift |
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Niggaz be runnin they trap, throw 'em over the cliff |
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Thinkin and drinkin the Guinness, busy holdin the spliff |
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Flippin and shittin on niggaz 'til we old and we stiff |
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I don't even drive whips, throw the shit on the lift |
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12 hours, one worker do the whole of the shift |
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I do the thing to make you open your mouth |
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And give you shit to bang the Midwest and the rest of the South |
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[Chorus] |
