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Dre, niggas think we're bullshittin' |
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Yeah, yeah |
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Nigga try me, son, he best have the heat on him |
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Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him |
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Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass |
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I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies |
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I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies |
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Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins come out |
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Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out |
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They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie |
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Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow |
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They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now |
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Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah, niggas'll flip |
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Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will |
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Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz |
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D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did |
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It be your tombstone and your fuckin' grave they dig |
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Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs |
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I'm like Damien, nigga, when I start gettin' loose on ya |
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Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya |
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I make it hard to breathe |
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I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat |
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Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street |
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Try me, son, he best have the heat on him |
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Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him |
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Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass |
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I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies |
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I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies |
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Yeah, niggas send me the wrong message |
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We gon' fucking kill the messenger |
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Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya |
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This ain't the Carter nigga, this is Sparta |
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It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father |
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Let off a clip or let a case off |
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I have your pussy ass runnin' like a race horse |
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Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off |
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You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun |
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See how when you listen to me, all of the cash gone |
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I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect |
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I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz |
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This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch |
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Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks |
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It's horrific, nah, it's terrific |
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I got it if you sniff it, go head, nigga, twist it |
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Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted |
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Try me, son, he best have the heat on him |
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Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him |
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Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass |
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I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies |
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I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies |
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Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em, then they ride on 'em |
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Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em |
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Head shot, .40 Glock, blow his mind on him |
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They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em |
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Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch me |
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I move proper, go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me |
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That 430 Spider, carbon fiber |
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And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter |
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Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider |
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The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers |
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It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit |
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No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass |
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You can explain to my niggas while they whoop your ass |
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My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it |
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Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in |
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Get money, get bread, that's what I do, kid |
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Try me, son, he best have the heat on him |
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Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him |
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Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass |
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I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies |
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I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies |
