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It's sorta like the Holy Trinity |
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So I'm saying |
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I say it's like three different guns you fuckin' fagots |
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Get shot three different ways |
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Matter fact, make that six different ways |
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Gun in each hand bitch |
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None of y'all betta |
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Ain't none of y'all betta |
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If it is name |
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We'll squash you, A S A P, feel it |
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All I know, niggas give me all my dough |
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Like Boston George comin' through with all my blow |
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Right now I'm tryin' to charter a jet |
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Fuck this hit the Panama Canal and get a harder connect |
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Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your mans |
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Come through the block tryin' to screw up your plans |
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'Cuz I still rob niggas for coke |
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Understand I'm the first one they call when they gettin' the dope |
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I'm the one who prick your finger when they give you the oath |
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I'm the one who made the hit when they bring you the toast |
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Like Pacino and De-Niro 'cept they call me Paniro |
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Sad Styles still spin that arrow, fuck it |
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Like the boss of New York, you know how I feel |
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Kill a motherfucker 'cuz a corpse don't talk |
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(No doubt) |
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Sixteen in the joint wit one in the head |
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If the bullets had legs have them run in your head, bitch |
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Ain't none of y'all betta |
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What y'all know about |
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Put in my work |
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On the block |
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Ain't none if y'all betta |
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But you know it's all real |
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Is it real? Yeah son! |
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Ain't none of y'all betta |
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What y'all know about |
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Put in my work |
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On the block |
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Ain't none of y'all betta |
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Bet you know it's all real |
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Is it real? Yeah son! |
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Ain't none of y'all betta |
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Let's get it poppin' my nigga |
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Load the tech up and go shoppin' my nigga |
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And I don't mean the mall or no Gucci store |
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You know what the fuck I want, bricks of raw |
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And I'm too old to make less than a hundred a year |
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If it means wavin' the hammer and leavin' you there |
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If it means grabbin' your kids out daycare |
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Somebody losin' a seed, pay or bleed |
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It's Sheek Louch, I ain't got no heart |
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I shoot broad daylight right in front of the mark |
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I put 28 holes through the icy car |
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Fuck around, like the God won't squeeze |
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If I don't see the badge I'm clappin' the D's |
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Lox motherfucker, the ox motherfucker |
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The reason why you shouldn't cop drops motherfucker |
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Like it's something for me to shoot your pops motherfucker, what |
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Ain't none of y'all betta |
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What y'all know about |
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Put in my work |
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On the block |
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Ain't none if y'all betta |
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But you know it's all real |
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Is it real? Yeah son! |
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Ain't none of y'all betta |
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What y'all know about |
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Put in my work |
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On the block |
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Ain't none of y'all betta |
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Bet you know it's all real |
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Is it real? Yeah son! |
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Ain't none of y'all betta |
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Ayo the dopes and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex |
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Over the stove and I'm bout to hit it with the ice |
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Runners love to pump the bomb |
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They know no fair ones, now niggas'll jump they moms |
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You God minus the 12 Disciples |
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I pop up, all you see is shells and rifles |
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If I don't like you, I'ma kill you not fight you |
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I bite a little piece of your ear off like Mike do |
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And everybody gon' follow me now |
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Down eighth and an oozie mahogany brown |
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Faggots want you to kill 'em in a hurry |
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It fucks me up, like they ain't got no money to get buried |
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You could flip, I'll survive m'kay, motherfucker |
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In my block still doin twenty-five a day |
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Know you work out, chest and your back all nice |
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But the twelve gauge'll have your six pack on ice, what? |
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Ain't none of y'all betta |
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What y'all know about |
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Put in my work |
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On the block |
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Ain't none if y'all betta |
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But you know it's all real |
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Is it real? Yeah son! |
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Ain't none if y'all betta |
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Let you know, let you know it's all real |
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Ain't none if y'all betta |
