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Uh |
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Sick when she rock shit, stop when block shit |
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Never try to run when she pull back the cock shit |
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Stop, drop, shut 'em down open up shop shit |
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Got 'em goin' crazy, wonderin' when they could cop shit |
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First lady, ruff ryder, honey got the hot shit |
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Star-bound, money now, for jet-black drop shit |
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Eve guarantee, betcha' niggaz wanna pop this |
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Little kids be behind me screamin' out, "can you stop miss?!!" |
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I know they daddy's fiendin', daydreamin' bout me topless |
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Real bitches listen while they ride around and knock my shit |
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Try not to move ya head, come on now, stop it |
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Hustle nigga betty take yours quicker than coke profit |
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'cuz i can double it, and put |
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Bitch on bitch, brick on brick, stich on stich, who you ****in wit? |
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Not me, can't a nigga or bitch stop me |
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You hatin' motha****as line up for your first copy |
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[chorus] |
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[nokio] |
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Y'all ****in' with the right ones, uhh |
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Role it up and just lite some, uhh |
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Where my niggaz with the big guns? |
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And when you smoke that shit it's like, "whoa!!whoa!!" |
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[eve] |
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Y'all ****in' with the right ones, uhh |
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Role it up and just lite some, uhh |
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Where my niggaz that take ones? |
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'cuz when we smoke that shit it's like "whoa!!whoa!!" |
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[verse 2: eve] |
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Uh, yo |
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Start the beef, hold up, ran when we roled up |
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Tough guy, wanna try ya luck? betcha' fold up |
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Ask around partner, got this whole shit sewed up |
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Gotcha' cryin' like, "man i wanna blow up!!" |
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Cowards make me sick, swere to god i wanna throw-up |
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Answer in a session with me? you better flow tough |
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Offended? don't agree with what i'm sayin' nigga? so what? |
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Now i gotta teach you respect, you better slow up |
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Question, 'can she really hold it down?' (sure enough) |
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Philly's where she from, but when she smoke, she like to go dutch |
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You know what? quick to take the next man shyne |
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Quick to make him start bitchin' make the next man whine |
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****in babies!! go ahead and lay down, it's nap-time |
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Same shit you spittin', heard it in your last rhyme |
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Ain't to much thatchu' could do, so that'chure skills could pass mine |
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Car eer fineto, here's some dough, go watch a peep show |
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[chorus] |
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[nokio] |
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Y'all ****in' with the right ones, uhh |
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Role it up and just lite some, uhh |
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Where my niggaz with the big guns? |
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And when you smoke that shit it's like, "whoa!!whoa!!" |
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[eve] |
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Y'all ****in' with the right ones, uhh |
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Role it up and just lite some, uhh |
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Where my niggaz that take ones? |
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'cuz when we smoke that shit it's like "whoa!!whoa!!" |
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[verse 3: eve] |
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What me to talk crazy, shit, my moms made me |
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And all ya'll niggas can do is *???spend a paybie???* |
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Ain't gonna never change, do anything for bricks |
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Call my celly to come get you while i pass you in your range |
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Nigga ride ya shotgun in the car wit' your friends |
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And what the **** you wanna do? but wanna blow out your brains? |
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Clown, i spot 'em from the time you buy me a drink |
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Instantly i get a vision of diamond studded links, and full ink minks |
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And little doggies dyed pink |
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'cuz i know ya wanna spend your last, before you even think |
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If you know somethin', speak the shit, i can keep a secret |
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To me, the niggas with the most money, is the cheapest |
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Wanna give me money off the book? daddy you can keep it |
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That's why they got the most sites, and in the most fights |
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And walk with big brolic niggas thats protectin' they life |
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If you know you pussy nigga, take off the ice |
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[chorus] |
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[nokio] |
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Y'all ****in' with the right ones, uhh |
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Role it up and just lite some, uhh |
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Where my niggaz with the big guns? |
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And when you smoke that shit it's like, "whoa!!whoa!!" |
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[eve] |
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Y'all ****in' with the right ones, uhh |
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Role it up and just lite some, uhh |
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Where my niggaz that take ones? |
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'cuz when we smoke that shit it's like "whoa!!whoa!!" |
