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I ain't got time for gamez |
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**** these niggaz, |
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I'ma pop that thang |
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And if they want drama they can get that man |
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A nigga like me |
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I'm wit it man, |
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I'm wit it |
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I ain't got time for gamez |
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**** these niggaz, |
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I'ma pop that thang |
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And if they want drama they can get that man |
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A nigga like me |
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I'm wit it man, |
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I'm wit it |
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Bitches simple and plain |
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Your messin' with me and |
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I'm a grown man |
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I keep a pistol on me, don't think |
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I'm playin' |
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This hard hittin' nigga lemme hear ya'll sang |
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I coulda been a nigga out slanging |
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CainBut instead nigga |
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I was bangin' the thang' |
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Cause hardin' heat make a nigga quit that playin' |
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It ain't no shame in my goddamn thang |
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I'm just an all nigga trying to do my thang |
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You get in my way and |
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I'll make ya'll faint |
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Run your ass over like |
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I was a train |
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You talkin' ass bitches don't say my name |
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And if you same my name then you got fame |
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Rap this shit before doin' every thang |
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And blanked on your ass like |
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I was to blame |
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The next time ya see me hit ya boy with a chain |
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You hit ya boy with a chain |
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I ain't got time for gamez |
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**** these niggaz, |
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I'ma pop that thang |
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And if they want drama they can get that man |
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A nigga like me |
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I'm wit it man, |
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I'm wit it |
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I ain't got time for gamez |
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**** these niggaz, |
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I'ma pop that thang |
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And if they want drama they can get that man |
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A nigga like me |
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I'm wit it man, |
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I'm wit it |
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I dedicate this to you fake niggaz |
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Supposed to be's who do some fake shit |
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See you in the street and they hug you like on some gay shit |
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Man we be so cool when |
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I see you, you share my fame |
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When I ain't around its like |
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Bush versus |
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Saddam Hussein |
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Niggaz hate you for the smallest events |
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I got niggaz mad at me 'cause |
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I ain't signed 'em recording contracts |
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Nigga you can shut the **** or you can get shot the **** up |
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Playa I don't know you when |
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I owe you better double up |
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Fed up with this, bitches **** with this, they press they luck with this |
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I'm tough with this, party grip and 50 callin' up your shit |
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People love to shake hands, hug, squeeze with tight grips |
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But little do they you when |
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I touch em |
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I see they life's trip |
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All the back stabbin' and jabbin' and double crossin' |
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Quit telling me that you love me nigga when you see me keep on walkin' |
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I got enough enemies man as it is now |
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So I don't need a posin' friend that's leadin' me now, bitch |
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They sent the gang unit out 'cause there was trouble at the club |
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Knowin' gang signs throwing up 'cause they don't give a **** |
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Why even work a 9 to 5 when you can sell dope and rob80 percent of the ****in' club ain't no nigga got no job |
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That's why we here gettin' buck, gettin' crunk, gettin' wild |
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Representin' our neighborhood |
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I say God bless the child |
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If he can open up his eyes and realize it ain't shit |
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That we run the ****in' hood but the gun is still ours man |
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I ain't got time for gamez |
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**** these niggaz, |
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I'ma pop that thang |
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And if they want drama they can get that man |
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A nigga like me |
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I'm wit it man, |
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I'm wit it |
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I ain't got time for gamez |
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**** these niggaz, |
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I'ma pop that thang |
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And if they want drama they can get that man |
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A nigga like me |
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I'm wit it man, |
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I'm wit it |