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[Intro:] |
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So you can keep on hatin' keep hatin' what I do* |
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But i know that you like it, you know you like it to... |
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-Drop of the first hook- |
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So you wanna be a gangsta wanna be a Ryda, |
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Say you rollin hard but ya really not a soldier, |
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Say that your a playa but ya gettin played on |
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Stuck up in the game ye while get my pay on... |
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[Verse 1:] |
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I wont stop and you know it too, |
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Look at all the bull shit I've been through, |
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Got anotha minute wanna bring you down, |
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Hit it I'mma say it how you like me now, |
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Hate it cause they all wanna be like me, |
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Cause alotta women wanna be wit me, |
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L-I-L G-U-N, |
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Down to pull the track back until the end, |
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Runnin' a muck on a daily, |
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Locoz clique and I'm crazy, |
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Takin' flipz witcha lady, |
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Talk ya shit you cant phase me, |
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Got anotha pen i can overload, |
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Flick up on the pen when I let it go, |
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9-0-6-5 till the "o", |
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Can't nobody sing it when I'm in the zone, |
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I don't really know what it really is, |
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To be streets since they were kids, |
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Open ya kid hope they come out, |
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Only get crazy with homies around, |
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Know on these streets no more delays, |
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You know that i really know so many ways, |
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You ain't the same you just a lame, |
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Tryin' to stay up in this game... |
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[Hook (2x):] |
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[Verse 2:] |
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A shame of an enemy, |
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I though he was a friend of me, |
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I gotta get a little better marijuana, |
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Yea you wanna come and get it, |
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I'mma make ya fill the pain, |
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A psycho, I'mma reload and I'm leavin you insane, |
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I'm leavin' a blessin' of daisy's, |
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I'm sobbin' and stackin' the roses, |
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I chill like a fo' when I'm blazin, |
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I'm cooler than cold than my flow is, |
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How many elderly victims, |
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How many more will I get, |
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I'm tellin' my parters go sick em, |
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I'm blasted all up on my neck, |
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I'm true to the game, true to the streets, |
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True to my lyrics and true to my beats, |
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Cause every time that I'm bumpin' a rhyme, |
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I'm makin' it sure everything is in line, |
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Your future is gold but your still a new, |
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I do what I do I ain't got shit to prove, |
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Else you know what I am talking about, |
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Have no remorse when I'm taking em out, |
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Runnin' your mouth don't know the rules, |
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Fucking with cuete then your gunna lose, |
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If your in my shoes, |
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I bet they un-do's, thinkin that... |
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[Hook (2x):] |
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Verse 3- |
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who in the fuck do you think that you are |
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cant see me from close cant see me from far |
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im rippin it up like if its hellas guitar |
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now you know why people call me a star |
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keepin it loaded inside of my pocket |
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papers so big that it spitz like a rocket |
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no one can bring it the way that i drop it |
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go and keep hitting but your gunna stop it |
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bringin the shit that you never come at it |
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compare me to you then im labled the baddest |
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im leaving em fucked up and rapped up in bandages |
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if you couldent handle this why dont you candle it |
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know that im bringing the heat(heat) |
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knocking you off of your feet(feet) |
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the cuete can never be weak(weak) |
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ill put you to bed when you sleep(sleep) |
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your taking and blowing your actions |
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make an example turns to ashes |
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leaving them cacheous |
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all that im askin keepin it crazy gangsta fashion |
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its the one and only ese little gun up in the mix |
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serving the shit you think you dont bun |
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[Hook to Fade:] |