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(Chorus (Baby)) |
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I hear them people coming daddy (Heads up!) |
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You better get to running daddy (Heads up!) |
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They walking through the court man (Heads up!) |
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You better stash your dope man (Heads up!) |
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(Lac) |
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I hear them people coming daddy (Heads up!) |
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You better get to running daddy (Heads up!) |
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They walking through the court man (Heads up!) |
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You better stash your dope man (Heads up!) |
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(Baby) |
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Aye, I heard it was a murder (murder) |
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Robbing and kidnapping |
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Lil one with that jaw jacking |
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Saying that he stacking - ain't packing |
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That tool go to clapping |
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You hear that "click:pow" |
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Move out before the "click, click:pow" |
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(Stone) |
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Man I don't like that nigga anyway |
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I heard he been ratting |
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(Lac) |
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We can drag him to the river Stone |
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(Stone) |
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Nah, leave him for Atrice |
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(Lac) |
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Look, I'm a gangsta, hustler, hoodlum (slow down) |
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I came with the four pounds (pounds) |
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So f**king let it go down (go down) |
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I'm tired of them niggas talking |
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I'm letting the trigga sparker |
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Bull dog barking - Cadillac done did em' awful |
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(Baby) |
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He ratting, stooping, bitching, and busting balls |
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Say Lac, I'ma send this nigga to the mall (It is what it is) |
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Its one way in dog - Heads up! |
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Grab on them K-9 dogs |
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(Chorus) |
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(Stone) |
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Stunna a street nigga, straight up |
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Make him act as money |
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And I don't sleep nigga |
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I stay up in a black 600 |
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I play for keeps nigga (so pay up, ain't jacking nothing) |
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The price is cheap nigga (Heads up! Crackers coming) |
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(Baby) |
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See I'm a known D Boy so they hits my spot |
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Put my homies on they knees and they check for rocks |
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So we change stash spots cause the blocks is hot |
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On the rag-less cars so they can't clip my spots |
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(Lac) |
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The Caprice's on the block moving slow-ly (slow-ly) |
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That's the mother f**king po-lice |
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Here come the laws nigga heads up (heads up) |
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Better raise up (raise up) Big chips if ya made something |
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(Baby) |
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Move, move out nigga |
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They coming through (what about the traffic daddy?) |
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Nigga, f**k you! |
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Heads up you know what to do |
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You best to break, run, cause nigga they coming through |
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(Chorus) |
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(Lac) |
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They told me put my hands on the car and show me your hands |
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I had some raw in my draws so I broke out and ran |
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I can't afford to be busted til my money advance |
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But I'm running with the Birdman - so I'm straight nigga |
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(Baby) |
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I'm on the block with the rocks and the 44 |
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Its hot and we still burn a pound of dro' |
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Million stashed in the trunk or compartment doors |
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A hundred birds stashed in a Bentley four door |
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(Stone) |
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I'm sticking to Tha G-Code - Tees and Bauts |
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Break it up (?) covered in rocks |
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Got a bitch on every exit that's holding my blocks |
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And I drive a (?) but keep my Lexus by my older shops |
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Streets watching - I know that's why I'm on my shit |
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When them people riding with four doors - up my click |
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Showing them off to rookie cops to watch out for me |
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And I know this from crooked cops that get blocks from me |
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(Chorus (Fades to Baby talking)) |
