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Yea, turn me up some |
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**** goin on, |
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Yo over there, what up brother |
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Yea, yea Flipmode! |
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See we got a whole... |
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We got a gift wrapped package for you mother****ers |
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Yea, yo, yo, yo, yea [verse one] |
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Busta,I stay with in a nigga tracks so |
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Hotter than wax yo so tell me why you act so |
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Yo, I max cuz |
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I make a nigga black till its time to relax yo |
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Untill you all collapse so, **** it |
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Its hardly that the god is getting tired, you don't wanna say that |
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Can catch a cardiac relax nigga |
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What, the god is back so you dont wanna in no matter how you react |
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Blows your black and blue your front and your back |
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Choose, whatever the round that you choose wounds so herendous from projects you get to analyzing the bruise |
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Blows will never come in singular they coming in twos |
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My crew be starting the ruckus once |
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I get them accused |
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Or blast from the triggers that will bust from all of my dudes be the shit that make you niggas run up out of your shoes |
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We make you back down, havin the facts now |
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With all the noise you be making you can even see the shit on the news |
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Murder [chorus] |
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So you don't know nuthin about it (barking) |
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Turn me up some |
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Yo, the heat from of the street will burn you up some |
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Yo, the shit |
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I'm sure to spit will hurt you up some |
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I'm sayin |
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But you don't know nuthin about it (barking) |
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Turn me up some |
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Yo, I drink a fith of yack and hurl it up some |
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Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some |
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I'm sayin... [verse two] |
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Now watch me get a nigga fast, like them bitches with no ass |
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You corny niggas no class |
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Yo, I flash on them then |
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I go and smash |
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Couple holes and then splash on them, flicking a little ash on them |
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From the blunt we smokin keep it chick chokin |
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Got them open with flows |
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I suppose and make them soakin their clothes |
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Keep the shit that make them sniffin, make them open their nose got them ****ed up stuck just like they striking a pose |
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Yo, we gaining weight nah its just my pockets are swole |
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From keeping niggers whilein while they drivin smacking the pole |
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I want to you see, prerhaps while |
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I hold me a stack hating niggas blab holding me back |
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Yo, you fool niggers plotting against the god |
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Must be holding a strap |
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Because how we coming through you know its a wrap |
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Moving a crew of gorrilla dudes you know when to clap |
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I blow some shit from of of the earth or the face of the map |
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Yo, so take that |
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Once we give it to you aint no faking or jack |
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It's funny how you find your face in a trap |
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Little bitch nigga fronting like he ready to scrap |
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You better off acting pussy trying to give me your dat |
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Staying focusd overfiling a dream |
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The way we spark up this bitter fire the flame probably killing your team |
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**** it, so now we hover helicopters, turn this shit up |
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And you and your peoples aint hearing me proper |
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I'm sayin... [chorus] |
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So you don't know nuthin about it (barking) |
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Turn me up some |
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Yo, the heat from of the street will burn you up some |
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Yo, the shit |
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I'm sure to spit will hurt you up some |
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I'm sayin |
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But you don't know nuthin about it (barking) |
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Turn me up some |
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Yo, I drink a fith of yack and hurl it up some |
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Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some |
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I'm sayin (im sayin I'm sayin I'm sayin I'm sayin) |
