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Young Buck, |
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Lil Flip, |
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David Banner c'mon |
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G-Unit in this bitch, |
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G-Unit in this bitch |
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The dirty, dirty show 'em how the |
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South doGold |
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Grills, Coupe' |
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Deville's sittin' on 22's |
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The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the south do |
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We pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout |
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And on behalf of |
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G-Unit, welcome to the |
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SouthWorking this wood wheel, y'all don't know how good it feel |
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Just come to |
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Cashville, y'all gon' see how hood it is |
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We in the projects, cookin' chickens in the kitchen |
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We go to prison, but get out and go back to get in it |
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Your hood ain't no harder than mine, bitch, we all thuggin' |
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We fight in clubs, hit the parkin' lot and start bustin' |
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I know I'm country, |
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I can't help it, |
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I'm from Tennessee |
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I'm throwin' up this |
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Hennisey and blowin' up my enemy |
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Y'all niggas remember me? |
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Not because the |
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Bird's tennekee |
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But Young |
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Buck been |
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A G', I give a fuck who you be boy |
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I want in on everything, a dime bag, if so come see me for it |
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To be a star, all you need is a |
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Pyrex JarSome soldiers and some baking soda, you can buy that car |
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Gold Grills, |
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Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's |
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The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the |
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South doWe pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout |
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And on behalf of |
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G-Unit, welcome to the |
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SouthI swear on the soul's of our dead cousin's |
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I ain't bustin', man |
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I'm comin' |
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A.K. 40's bustin'7's and |
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Mack 11'sI told 'em all |
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I ain't no hoe |
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But niggas don't listen till you kick a nigga |
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Smack him with that |
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CallicoI'm tryin' to stay in |
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God's plan |
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But I had to show these fagots |
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That your fuckin' with a man, ya bitch |
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I left them niggas needin' path |
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And y'all probably won't live to see this weekend |
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Gotta go, gotta go, fuckin' |
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Mash outI hit the dro' a lil more and then |
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I pass out |
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Crashin' the |
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H2, bitches |
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I hate you |
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Now you keep talkin' shit, |
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I kidnap and ducktape you |
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Let them Fagots rape you |
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Then it's back to |
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Mississippi, if ya boys want revenge |
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Tell them bitches come and get me' |
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Cuz I was born in this bitch to tie |
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I'm in Queens, in your ' |
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Lac, with your bitch, gettin' high |
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Gold Grills, |
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Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's |
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The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the |
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South doWe pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout |
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And on behalf of |
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G-Unit, welcome to the |
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SouthI'm the |
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King, it ain't no mystery, so fuck y'all niggas dissin' me |
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I'm goin' down in history, |
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I'm leavin' with a victory |
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Yo' baby Momma kissin' me, talkin' 'bout she missin' me |
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Since I'm a star, when |
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I hit the door, they never friskin' me' |
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Cuz I pack a pack a pound, just ask around |
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Like 50, I'll |
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Back You Down |
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Run to ya' crib and snach ya' pounds, everybody on the ground |
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You know my niggas hold me down |
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What goes around comes around |
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I represent |
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H-Town, still run the underground |
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With bricks on the |
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Greyhound, spree's on my escalade |
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I'm glad I made it out the game, it gotta be a better way |
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Now we gettin' cheeda', now we on another level |
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It's Clover |
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G and G-Unit, |
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Young Buck, shut 'em down |
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Gold Grills, |
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Coupe' Deville's sittin' on 22's |
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The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the |
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South doWe pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout |
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And on behalf of |
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G-Unit, welcome to the |
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SouthGold |
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Grills, Coupe' |
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Deville's sittin' on 22's |
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The dirty, dirty baby show 'em how the |
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South doWe pop pills, shoot to kill, you know what we 'bout |
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And on behalf of |
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G-Unit, welcome to the |
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South |