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zuò qǔ : Beauregard, Houston, Houston |
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Man, Project |
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Pat in the house |
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This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money |
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Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot |
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Better watch your back man' |
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Cuz your friends out to get you for your shit |
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This is to all these niggas crossin' us here |
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Smile in your motherfuckin' face |
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Turn around and stab you in your motherfuckin' back |
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In a motherfuckin' heartbeat |
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If I ever catch one of you niggas man |
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That' s a motherfuckin' murder off the top, boy |
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Fo' sho', nigga |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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I gotta get the green |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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And that' s by any means |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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I gotta get the green |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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And that' s by any means |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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I gotta get the green |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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And that' s by any means |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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I gotta get the green |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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And that' s by any means |
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I' m the man wit' the plan, wit' the gaze, wit' the mask |
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Steppin' up to ya fast, layin' you in the grass |
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All your blood, ain' t no love, on the street |
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Wit' no police, everybody is a rat, everybody' s ' bout the greens |
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You know me, |
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I know you |
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We grew up in the pen, but it wasn' t face to face |
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You was out, |
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I was in doin' time off a crime |
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I committed in the past |
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I' ma O. G. on the town, as a |
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O. G. I' ma last |
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In the past |
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I was known as that nigga who would snap |
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I was quick to bill a cap, but it had to be a jack type move |
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Real cool, yeah, that' s how he thought we was |
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Use ta kick it everyday, smokin' out on that bud |
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That' s my dog, that' s my nig', that' s a bad young brotha |
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I just got out the pen, |
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I' ma brokelookin' sucka |
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Man, fuck that young busta, eighty grand at his house |
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Seen his momma at the store, stuck a nine in her mouth |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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I gotta get the green |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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And that' s by any means |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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I gotta get the green |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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And that' s by any means |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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I gotta get the green |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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And that' s by any means |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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I gotta get the green |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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And that' s by any means |
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Mastermind, that' s the kind of a man that' s in my nature |
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I' ma nigga you don' t trust, |
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I' ma killer, maybe raper |
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I can take a person' s life with a knife or a tone |
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Used his moms as my victim then |
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I called him on the phone |
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What' s up |
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John, where the green, and |
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I ain' t gon' ask you twice |
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Bring it over by yourself, or |
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I' ll take your momma' s life |
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In the life of a dealer, they can never call police |
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Undercover knowin' this, secrecy, that' s the key |
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One two three knocks at the door, somethin' s lookin' funny |
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Then my dog let |
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I' m in with his friend and the money |
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You' se a dummy if you think |
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I' ma let you live sucka Aw man, thought we was straight |
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You' se a dead motherfucker, shot the joker in his mouth |
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Bullet went through his jaw |
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Had to take his momma out ' cuz |
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I' m down for the cause |
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Fuck the laws if they come, then |
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I' m goin' wit' a blast |
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Looked his partna in his eyes, then |
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I murdered his ass |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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I gotta get the green |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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And that' s by any means |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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I gotta get the green |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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And that' s by any means |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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I gotta get the green |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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And that' s by any means |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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I gotta get the green |
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Ghetty green, ghetty green |
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And that' s by any means |
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I' m the man doin' deals wit' the man gettin' robbed |
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It' s gon' be a violent crime one that will not get solved |
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When I rob me a fool |
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It' s a duh that his bitch front like |
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I' m sellin' ki' s |
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Then I' m game for the switch, switcharoo on your ass |
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Duffle bag full of cash |
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Then my thugs pullin' up cockin' pumps in the masks |
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Hit the dash in the black tinted |
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Chevy, trick it in |
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Now we on the ' spressway, brought it down, tell my friend |
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Once again |
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I done pulled off another master plan |
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Four days downtown, found a |
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Chevy wit' a man' s dead body |
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Somebody shoulda known betta, dog |
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O. G.' s on the loose and we gettin' ' bout our hog |
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Y' all niggas slangin' dope |
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Should expect a jackin' car jack set up, bitch |
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Or a damn kidnappin' but a nigga like me |
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I' m your neighborhood fiend thinkin' of comin' clean |
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All about that ghetty green, ghetty green |