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I used to carry a glock on the waist line, man, |
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I don't waste time |
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I'm strong on the bass line, you never will taste mine |
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See me on the screen, *********s beggin' for face time |
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Get your own tape but don't bother to chase mine |
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I got a block, man, we havin' a great time |
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You couldn't fill the shoes anytime that |
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I lace mine |
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Light up the stage, for the homies we make ***********ne |
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Sick the dogs on you, get more by the |
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K-9Homies on the yard never walk in the main line |
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The manes find they can never be in the game |
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I'm lettin' off rounds, hittin' blunts at the same time |
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Pick crews, homie, you a neon to save time |
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**********es like you always spittin' the same rhymes |
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We put you all to shame, you never went through the same grind |
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Put you in the bind from the minute you came by |
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So stay in your lane and get wet by the rain |
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You wanna step up, get your ass touched |
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You wanna rap, son, get your ass buff |
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Try to test us, you's gonna get smashed up |
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You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up |
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Git it, you gotta get your straps up |
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Git it, you gotta get your stash up |
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Git it, you gotta get amped up |
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You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up |
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I'm right here on the block |
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When it's time to ride out, you know what |
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I'm all about |
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Hundred Harley bikes on site when it goes down |
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Me and my homies, we always holdin' the fort down |
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Come up in our town and you're pissin' a fourth now |
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Got four ounces and three bottles of |
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JackTwo fifth's in the back and everyone |
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I'm with is strapped |
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Whatever happened to chin checkin' and wreckin' fools? |
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Try disrespectin', my |
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Smith & Wesson is endin' you |
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And I ain't changed since back in the day |
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Get your ***********t split quick if you get in my face |
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You wanna run with the dog, better stay in your place' |
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Cause your little ass name don't hold no weight |
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And your little ass safe couldn't hold my cake |
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Get your asses denied down the road |
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I takeAnd let me tell you one more thing before |
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I skateIf you a fake or a snake, |
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I'mma send you to your grave |
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You wanna step up, get your ass touched |
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You wanna rap, son, get your ass buff |
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Try to test us, you's gonna get smashed up |
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You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up |
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Git it, you gotta get your straps up |
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Git it, you gotta get your stash up |
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Git it, you gotta get amped up |
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You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up |
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Backed up, backed up, backed |
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Backed up, backed up, backed |
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Backed up, backed up, backed |
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Backed up and you bound to get hurt |
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I'm a First |
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Staff OG from outta the gutter |
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With a ********* up demeanor for you punk *********as |
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Get played like some **********s who try to start ruckas |
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I'm a real gun busta so don't ever try to rush us |
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Can't nobody touch us that don't leave on crutches |
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Or worse, get a ride in a hearse with their bodies covered |
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It's gonna be a cold summer soon as the hilt drops |
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All bull***********t will stop |
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A couple scums in the street, so we don't care what you bustas think |
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It might sink in sometime but |
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I won't blink |
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We go against everything, smoke all the green |
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Got the low wrong swingin', ain't nothing to me |
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We put it down anywhere like it's something to see |
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So all you **********es goin' rogue with your haters degree |
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And when you wanna get loud, son, |
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I'm ready to work |
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Punks act up and you bound to get hurt |
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You wanna step up, get your ass touched |
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You wanna rap, son, get your ass buff |
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Try to test us, you's gonna get smashed up |
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You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up |
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Git it, you gotta get your straps up |
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Git it, you gotta get your stash up |
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Git it, you gotta get amped up |
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You wanna run with the dogs, get your cash up |