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(MJG) |
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I'm sick of, here come the niggas with blue steel |
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Maybe them niggas don't let you slide, maybe they will |
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I'm sending back slugs to niggas that wanna creep |
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The killer tried taking me thinking I was asleep |
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MJ, don't give a fuck what they say |
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You think you livin' large you livin' a slim day |
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Ain't no motherfucker takin' the shit I worked fo' |
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See that's the reason niggas get killed and hurt though |
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Occupation is none, that nigga wanna get a gun |
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Run up and try to get me lay down and get done |
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Weak bitch, I ain't got no time for cheap tricks |
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I'm looking through ya shit, I'm able to peep quick |
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Don't say that, dribble the niggas that try to fade me |
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First fucking possible chance they wanna blaze me |
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Niggas who real and wanna continue living |
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Put a cap in they ass if they try to catch you slippin' |
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(Hook) |
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They want ya money |
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They caught ya slippin' baby |
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They're gonna take it away from you, it's true |
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They saw ya coming |
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They got ya running and |
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Pulled out they're weapons, what are you gonna do |
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(SKIT: Woman setting up man for a jack) |
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Damn baby it's raining harder than a motherfucker |
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Hurry up and open the door (Door unlocks and open) |
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Alright baby just don't slip (Door closes) |
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Shit, ooh it's wetter than a motherfucker, where's ya restroom |
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First door to the right |
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We still on for tonight baby |
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Yeah baby we still on |
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Oh damn baby, this is a beautiful home you have baby |
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Thank you baby, let me go get some music on |
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(Door opens, music begins playing) |
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Come on out of the closet baby, he's in the restroom |
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(Door opens, *pee hitting water*) |
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Ahh, shit, I'ma beat the shit out this pussy tonight (Gunshot and crash) |
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OH SHIT!, nigga fuck you, fuck (Hit) |
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Give me that motherfucking piece you got on nigga |
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Oh shit it ain't even gotta be like this brotha, fuck that shit |
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Nigga I want the motherfucking Rolex |
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Nigga I want the motherfucking Nikes you got on, ho |
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Ah shit, nigga fuck this bitch you fucking with ho |
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Nigga give me, nigga give me what ya got |
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(Verse 2) |
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I beat em' like they daddy never did |
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The same punk who took it too far when we was kids |
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The knife got stuck in his back, slick move |
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You robbed another brother so what did the shit prove |
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You breaking down killers in bushes when they be hiding |
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They make a sound, one hundred rounds, I'm landing five |
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In they chest plates, staying at home |
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It would've been a niggas best place |
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Shame to find they in a hurry for a death day |
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Stopping the heart of any attacker |
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Got his bitch wanna ride with me, don't have to ask her |
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Bringing action to the field whenever you niggas ready |
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When you hear the rubber burn, I'm hanging up out the Chevy |
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With a straight aim, nigga I blew em' up out the frame |
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Street tops scattered with tricks with false game |
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You can't pull me off of my toes, I'm still tippy |
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Now play with ya life, than try to catch a nigga slippin' |
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(Hook x2) |