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[Chorus] Too many niggas trying to take me off of my game |
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Cause a nigga from the hood that done looked some good |
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Now they all want to jock my fame |
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But when I'm coming down in my ?born? |
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And I'm rolling one deep that should tell you about me |
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I don't give a damn about none of you hoes |
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I blast on sight cause |
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I ain't tripping no more [Z-Ro] |
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Nigga I'm tired, this drama got me booted and fried |
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At least I got records in the store bitch nigga you getting dried |
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Steady running around rapping and capping and talking shit |
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I got gorillas every where be careful who you walking with |
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Southside, south-sid for live, wouldn't want to be you |
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Be running up on you closed casket nobody gonna see you |
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Bitch it's over, barely with |
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Barber right behind me in the rover |
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My partner from |
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Mercy told you we gone get you if we owe you |
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Military minded |
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I'm a S.U. |
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C. soldier |
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Don't want it if it's hard cause the south lets you see over |
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I'm trying to keep my head on, but it's rolling off my shoulders |
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When I lost my people god damn, my heart was pumping colder |
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Shedding crocodile tears, man folks feeling this pain |
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And left a stain in my brain so |
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I'm cracking like a window pain |
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On the edge having a conversation with my infrared |
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All these fuck niggas can get it two to the head and get dead [Chorus] [Z-Ro] |
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It's the return of |
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Z-Ro the Crooked busting heads strictly for cash |
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Taking out contracts on haters with a beam and a mask |
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You can run you can hide but it ain't no escaping |
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I'm a trend setter with a beretta for real it ain't no faking |
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I done showed up, then |
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I poured up, then |
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I blowed up like heats |
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Diamond slugs up on my teeth, |
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I done been violent fuck the peace |
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I got a slug for these haters that's approaching me wrong |
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Let them mash off in first class there ain't no coaching my song |
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Hydro-V to the dome, with it on back to the chrome |
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I'm kind of quick to click so get gone or catch one to the dome |
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Mo-City Texas that's my home, but |
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I can rome all over |
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So it's ghetto love these cats gone get me full up on sober |
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Real recognize real, and the fake gone fade away |
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Use to selling drugs to get that pay, but god done mad a way |
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For me to stack my ends, my paper, my moola, my fetty |
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And took this by surprise |
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I knew you hoes wasn't ready [Chorus] [Z-Ro] |
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Remember back in 94' they use to laugh at me team |
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Now it's year 2k2 women be after me team |
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But fuck a female, it's all about my retail |
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On tapes and c.d.'s they was capping |
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I stay making daily breakers |
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C.d., and they chose to make tapes, up on the stage |
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It use to be all about hooping now |
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I'm all about getting paid |
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Getting leid |
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I can miss it, |
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I'd rather have my digits |
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Trying to get up on me a stack, taller than the tallest midget |
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I'm on bitches than a red nose pit, with his mouth on it |
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I be platinum 'fore it's over bitch |
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I put the south on it |
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You can put your mouth on it, if you ain't than zip it up |
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Get off my dick bitch right quick because |
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I'm about to rip it up |
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And for no reason at all, it's fuck y'all |
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Fuck around and get to busting so you best to best duck dog |
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I've been going through a whole thang, everyday |
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So I don't give a damn if you get chose man |
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I got this k, and |
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I don't play [Chorus: x3 1/2] |