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Move on over, |
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I done told ya boy |
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I'm a G unit mother****in' soldier boy |
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And when you gon' get it in your brain |
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The gate's wide open and the dog's off the chain |
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I be that yung'n with that gun ness, tellin' ya stop frontin' |
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I be that yung'n on the run, after |
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I pop some'n |
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In the Bible |
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I read, death is of the tongue |
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And if you talk about death enough death is gon' come |
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Dave taught me how to flow, they shot him in the head |
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Randy ass was there, now he runnin' scared |
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Some say, |
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I'm gangsta, some say |
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I'm crazyIf you ask me, |
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I'll say, "I'm what the hood made me" |
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Now I can stunt 'til my ass dead broke like |
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JDOr put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga head that play me |
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See I'm cool with them |
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Haitian mob niggaz |
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They say sak passes nap boule and rob niggaz |
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The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad |
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Whatsup with that? |
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See my flick, next to bring papi and cat |
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And Montana, |
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I kill 'em with the grammar |
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I enhanced in the slammer after bangin' them hammers |
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X whatsup? |
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You don't live that, you shouldn't say that' |
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Cause what come out your mouth'll get you shot, down |
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Throwin' your money around and we don't play that |
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Get in our line'll get you shot, down |
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We know where you hang, we know where you stay at |
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That bullshit you on'll get you shot, down |
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Here's a few clips that you shouldn't play with |
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G Unit, Ruff |
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Ryders'll get you shot, down |
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Aiyyo, **** y'all niggaz talkin' 'bout, think you playin' wit? |
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Double R, |
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G unit, the same ol' shit |
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Put the faggots in the ring, watch 'em all quit |
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All y'all niggaz is pussy, suck my dick |
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Ain't nuttin' but a handful of man still standin' |
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I remember fifty in a cypher when onyx was slammin' |
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Now we meet again, it's all good my nigga |
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Back to the street again, it's all hood my nigga |
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Knock on wood my nigga, we both walk the dog |
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We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was hard |
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But once we got through the trials it's all smiles' |
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Til a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild |
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Now why you gotta go and take me back to where |
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I came from? |
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I'ma make you remember, where you know my name from45th |
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Street, and blaow blaow ave |
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I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga |
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You don't live that, you shouldn't say that' |
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Cause what come out your mouth'll get you shot, down |
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Throwin' your money around and we don't play that |
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Get in our line'll get you shot, down |
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We know where you hang, we know where you stay at |
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That bullshit you on'll get you shot, down |
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Here's a few clips that you shouldn't play with |
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G Unit, Ruff |
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Ryders'll get you shot, down |
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Yeah, word, yeah |
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If your head ain't offa your shoulders |
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You ain't get shot, you got nicked nigga' |
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Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone |
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It's gon' do more than chip, nigga |
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Yea, what the **** is the problem? |
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The Porsche is red, the buckets is army |
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Thirty shot handguns the gutter is starvin' |
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Niggaz like me might rush your apartment |
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Bloodstains'll **** up your carpet, brain on the window |
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I smell murder every time that the wind blow |
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Tie him to the chair and then knock out his chin bone |
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I don't want the throne or the crown, |
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I ain't sellin' up |
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You can have the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell enough |
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I'm the one that flood the gutters |
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Better tap your man, and let him know |
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I'll love to cut his |
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And niggaz is gettin' shot down, two guns up |
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Double R, |
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S.P. holdin' |
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D block down |
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You don't live that, you shouldn't say that' |
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Cause what come out your mouth'll get you shot, down |
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Throwin' your money around and we don't play that |
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Get in our line'll get you shot, down |
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We know where you hang, we know where you stay at |
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That bullshit you on'll get you shot, down |
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Here's a few clips that you shouldn't play with |
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G Unit, Ruff |
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Ryders'll get you shot, down |