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(feat. Trey Songz, Juvenile & Lil Wayne) |
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(Intro:) |
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Wisha, wisha, wisha wannnn |
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It's B Gizzle (Heard me) |
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(Cut the music up, Ya that's good) |
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Too Hood 2 Be Hollywood (Bet something, shoot something) |
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One of the realest niggas ever don't it, right chyea, live and in living color |
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(I know you ain't gon do nothing, get em) |
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(Verse 1: B.G.) |
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It's like B. Gizzle, the world wide ghetto pass |
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I'm reppin nigga, take a flight to them other land |
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I fear God only, never fear another man |
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It's never one hustle, I always got a backup plan |
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It ain't no secret I can tell ya bout the gutta man |
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I'm a write a book on how to come out the struggle man |
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Now come through, you know what's in them dufflebags |
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Alot of gats, alot of cash, and some ski masks |
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You know my street pass, it been certified |
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Stop lying I'm a g you been hear about |
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Stop repping, you a pussy I been a heard of you |
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You playin with a gangsta homie then murder you |
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Oh you lookin for me, but the homie lookin for you |
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Have yo people wearing a rest in peace shirt of you |
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My reputation on the block been A-1 |
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I'm the same in, nigga I been since day |
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(Chorus: Lil Wayne (Trey Songz)) |
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I said bet somethin, shoot somethin |
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You just talking I know you ain't gon do nothin |
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Pussy nigga (ya heard me?) |
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If you got something to lose, you gon lose something unless you do something |
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So (ya heard me?) |
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Gotta use what you've learned, to receive what you've earned |
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Make sure (ya heard me) |
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Real niggas do real things and there's alot of real niggas in the game |
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I know you heard me |
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You say (ya heard me), I say (ya heard me), He say (ya heard me), |
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I know you heard me, she say (ya heard me), everybody like it when I say (ya heard me) |
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(Verse 2: Juvenile) |
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You got alot of nerve |
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They talkin alot of hurt |
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Only round yo homies, when I'm round you know, not a word |
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I'm a heathen that fights for what he believes in, and I ain't got no plans on leaving till I get even |
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Salt and pepper, nigga I'm seasoned for any reason |
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The day you want something with Juve, come on and see him |
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My G ain't gon allow me to lose, I'm busting shots back as soon as you niggas move |
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Eww, I'm not a fan of fools that's why I got attitude |
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Runnin your mouth to me, I'm a try to get at a dude |
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Don't even have a tool, what is you tryna prove |
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Gon head and choose ya (? ), cause I'm a shoot |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse 3: Lil Wayne) |
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And open my fitted, I'm commited to my city |
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Anything I will commit it just to show that I'm commited |
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Commit it then get aquitted |
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Aye Gizzle let me get em, Gizzle let me get em |
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Eat em up and shit em (ha) |
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And ain't no explanation for this damn insanity |
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I'm a monster like I'm part of the Adams Family |
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And some say I am old, but I'm new to a few |
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And I'm blessed... esh you |
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I came to get me and I got you |
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And I'm so me and I'm not you |
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And even if you get married you could'ntdo what I do |
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Now let me get high off my drug scandals |
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Lifes a gamble... |
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(Chorus) |
