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Pullin up a 500 with the 20-inch D's |
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A muthafucka better freeze |
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When he see me cockin these |
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Two glocks, bust off a few shots |
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Catch a muthafuckin case like 2Pac |
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A real nigga gotta have balls and brains |
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To maintain in the game |
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Livin in the city with the killers and thugs |
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And might be dealin some drugs |
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A nigga either show love |
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Or bust slugs in mugs |
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Time tickin on my Rolex |
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Niggas be watchin me dippin and trippin if I'm heated |
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Cause I leave they ass deleted, erased |
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I seen the bitch in his face |
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When I was pullin on the trigger |
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One less nigga |
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Enemies stallin, I be killin em all |
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Cause I got the brains and balls |
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And I don't beckon for no bitches or no niggas at all |
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It's r.i.p. on the wall |
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I be the last nigga standin tall |
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Real niggas gotta have balls and brains |
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To maintain in the game |
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Suckers dream of schemes |
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A baller fiend for cream |
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I weigh my muthafuckin life on a triple beam |
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[ VERSE 2 ] |
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Don't let your mouth write a check that your balls can't cash |
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Or put your Uzi where you mouth is, nigga, we on a mash |
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Ain't no rules to the game, muthafuckas run up and blast |
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Drive the car in a alley, throw the body up in the trash |
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If it wasn't for rappin I'd be jackin you muthafuckas |
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With the fully automatic, we killers, you can't touch us |
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Tell me how you gon' deal with the niggas that feed |
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When they're comin from the city where the murderers bleed |
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Keep a strap on the side, a A.K., Mac-10 |
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Watchin all my enemies and all my friends |
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Rollin up on niggas with the Tec in a Benz |
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Might need checkin my ends, money and power'll win |
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And when the enemies see me, I'ma dip in the cut |
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Pull out my Uzi and tear his muthafuckin ass up |
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Mob shit, dumpin and jump in a drive-by bucket |
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Screamin out 'fuck it'! |
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[ VERSE 3 ] |
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When I'm dead throw a blunt in my casket if I didn't die high |
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My niggas go to war for me in gee rides |
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Skip the killas, real niggas pack Uzis up in the pillows |
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Big figures, hope you feel us, we love them big wheels |
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Puttin niggas in comas if he ain't dead from the blast |
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Get to hospital, stick a knife in his ass |
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Mob into the hooptie, put the foot to the gas |
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Forget wearin a mask and stick and move real fast |
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Got the morgue on my pager |
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Niggas be talkin 'bout killin me while I'm sleepin in my bed alone |
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And when I'm headin home they wanna follow me on |
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Until I tap em with the strap and get to bustin the chrome |
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It's bullet holes in my hooptie |
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Some muthafuckas rollin round wanna shoot me |
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It's all bad, live a life on the razor with all eyes on me |
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These niggas be talkin, but they be so phoney |
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