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(juicy j) |
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Yeah, juicy j in the house with my nigga project mother****in' pat |
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Lettin' you niggas know about respect |
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You know what i'm sayin |
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We gets respect off in these mother****in' streets |
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Yeah right |
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Yeah mother****in' respect |
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Chorus x4 |
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Who got dem 9's (who got dem 9's) |
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Who got dem tech's (who dot dem techs) |
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Throw yo mother****in' sett |
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To show you know you got respect |
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(juicy j) |
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We's creepin' through your hood |
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Makin' you hoe ass niggas jump |
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With them doubts somebody hear shots |
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Got you shakin' |
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Call the cops |
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When the cops got on the scene all they heard was cries and screams |
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Triple 6 niggas are mean |
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When they blast them triple beams |
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Seem to me you never learn |
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So we have to demonstrate |
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Mother**** a murder case |
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Shot the bitch off in his face |
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Face it hoe and be a man |
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Play the game until the end |
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You was out there claimin' killa |
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So to hell, with your friends |
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All your foes, i suppose |
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You think i'ma let you live |
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No love words never show |
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So not love is what i give |
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Get respect off in these streets |
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Stayin' real, packin' heat |
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Some don't wanna see me have |
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Always out tryin' to creep |
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On the next, do i flex |
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With them techs, let em' kill |
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Those with anna on your chest |
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We gon' make your blood spill |
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We for reall off in this shit |
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If you jump we gon' clown |
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Put a bullet in your head |
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And lay your body in the ground |
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Chorus x4 |
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(project pat) |
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It's gangsta it's gangsta |
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Everybody wanna be a deals, a killa |
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Fire ya'll let and you gon' be a body |
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In lobby |
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Ghetto life is ghetto past the blastin' |
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And askin', for that ****in' loot |
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And then i'm dashin', harrassin' |
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If you real |
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Then you respect the real one |
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I feel some |
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Niggas need to have a chat with nina, the enforcer |
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187 soldiers in this motha |
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I'll smother those who thnk they bolder than no other |
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A buster gon' lose his ****in' life up in the gizame |
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I'll dusta gets right upside your head |
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And blow your brizain's to pieces |
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And even if it's your time to clock those glocks down |
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So watch out |
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Wasn't raised to be no hoe, i'm takin' my glock down |
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And mother**** police |
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Cause when it's on |
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Bitch it's murder |
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So go and get your toes and your click |
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And i'ma serve ya |
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I urge ya, don't be lookin' at my face dog |
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Watch the 9 r-e-s-p-e-c-t |
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Oh, you gon' give me mine |
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Chorus...till fade |
