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(Intro) |
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Oh No, No, Oh No, No |
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Oh No, No, Oh No, No, Oh No, No |
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I play the bullshit from the backseat champ |
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Yea I'm in the backseat still got the seat back |
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Feet back stay from where the fake be at |
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Niggaz snitch for the shine where the patience at |
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Nigga make his own brother face his back |
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Give love and take it back |
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Good grief man this world is quite heavy on my aching back |
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Cops killing for crack you know the story snakes eat rats |
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Face the facts you can't change him can't shoot it if you can't aim it |
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Can't miss him if he kill you then you can't blame him |
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That's just how the dice roll when you can't fade him |
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Get too deep up in that water and they can't save ya |
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Me I come out of that water like I was just bathing |
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And watch my step on a wet pavement |
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Yea I'm from the hood so I rep 'em where I can't take em |
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Holly Grove Holly Grove was his last statement |
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So nigga get that look off your face |
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And recognize you got a crook in the place |
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They call me W-E-E crooked letter Y I'm so high |
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I skeet skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine |
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Streetsweeper in the back of the hatch make me pop the latch |
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Leave you bloody with the cops to match |
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Bullet holes in ya from the chopper blast |
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Like... Ha ha |
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That's bullet holes in your sneakers got you hoppin back |
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It all stop when they hit you in ya top and back |
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No cocking back silly motherfucker you ain't heard bout this |
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The clip sink down to the dick |
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That's a automatic shotty from a drum they call tommy |
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Garunteed to get you bitches from by me |
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When I hit every piece of ya physical body he leakin' |
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Mortimer is no longer leapin' he sleepin' |
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While you pussy niggaz is sleepin he thinkin |
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Deep in thought the boy ain't even linkin |
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Bob Marley got me stinkin |
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Stackin figures I'm standin firm life's a slinky |
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Pipes is filled with crack cocaine |
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And the dope go inside of the veins from where I came |
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Though I bear a name only one call live with |
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Coach they won't knock me off my pivot forget it |
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I'm sicker with it |
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Pick a city buy a condo find a fine hoe let some time go chill |
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What you know about a bongo having her mind goOver a convo about dough |
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Nothing! Man the four wheelers look so good on the sand |
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Tee or tanktop pocket fan |
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Pocket knife no handgun in sight |
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Just that rat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat BOOM! |
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Ha ha tonight I might just boost my feature price |
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Cuz to each its own and the lights is bright |
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And I'm feelin like Mike at a Tyson fight |
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I'm from Cita house big momma's house |
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She told me to shoot ya right after I knock ya out |
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And he ain't gettin up after them shots if you hit him in the right spot |
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Hold up the beat might drop |
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(Outro) |
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Oh No, No, Oh No, No |
