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Hey Hey Hey! |
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(Chorus) |
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Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin |
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Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful |
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Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers |
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And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch! |
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And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh! |
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This one here is just to clarify the fact that I'm a muthafuckin mack |
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This one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my back |
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This one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh! |
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(Verse One) |
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Slick as I wanna be born to be hustla gonna be rich till I'm gone |
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Gonna keep spittin this shit for the hustlaz gonna keep livin this shit I'm gutless |
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Bet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone defeat this while I'm here |
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Gonna keep beatin this street shit in ya ear |
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Gonna speak in every single street this year |
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My shit beat in every jeep on every street this year |
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Wizzle F Baby ya'll niggaz can have the Weezy I'm the Birdman Jr. junior |
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I'm a man to another man to a bitch I'm a pimp in the whip I'm a hundred grand |
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And in the streets I'm a money man |
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And I'm a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred men |
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A hundred proof in my other hand |
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If ever fall spring back like a rubberband know what I'm sayin |
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(Chorus) |
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Because the cops is watchin the streets is talkin |
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Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful |
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Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers |
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And everybody saw you and aint that a bitch |
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The cops is watchin streets are talkin |
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Hoes is unfaithful ya family ungreatful |
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Ya niggaz aint loyal you niggaz aint lawyers |
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And everybody saw ya and aint that a bitch |
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(Verse Two) |
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Now all the bitches got me strollin wit my dick in my hand |
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And these niggaz got me rollin with my clip on my hip |
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But this is my land so prick dont trip cause K's dont jam and a nigga dont miss |
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They tellin me I'm the shit like a nigga dont piss |
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But nigga dont slip cause I'll kill a punk bitch Word Up! |
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And I dont affiliate with niggaz I dont love neither bitches just money and drugs nigga |
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Leave ya bitches ya money and drugs nigga |
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Three to ya wisdom five more to ya mug nigga |
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How many more do ya love nigga |
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cause I got plenty more to give out I aint never been a mouthpiece |
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Ask ya reverend bout me I'm the young God |
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Aim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boy |
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Brain and guts leak in the drain and such pour |
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Plain yuk at a fuck boy. Fuck Boy! |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse Three) |
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I'm a muthafuckin man so respect me as one or the tech meet ya ass son |
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The tech heat ya ass son put ya fuckin chest beneath ya ass son |
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Blooka blook blap bleep ya ass son (laughin) |
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Nigga tryin to see his grandson and we |
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got niggaz in the pen tryin to see me wit a Grammy |
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Wanna be me and don't even understand me |
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Could'nt see me even if you was standin with me |
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I'm that damn convincing not invisible that mans invinsible |
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And advance a little due to the pine |
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My niggaz call me little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mind |
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And I let you do the time I do the crime |
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When the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the line |
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Nigga thats S.Q. and we fine nigga thats S.Q. and we firrin Nigga! |
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(Chorus - 2X) |
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Ha! Wizzle F Baby fa ya muhfuckin neck nigga |
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Got Streets in da buildin Gotti in the buildin |
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KL, Fee Fee in the buildin Rome, DI, Ceeti... |
