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I'm a ****** from the third with a helluva nerve, |
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And if you cross my line then you will get served, |
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I win, lose, or die this happens everyday, |
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Mutha******as get killed in this game I play |
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I put these hands on a ****** cuz he talk too much, |
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He told my business to a ******, I had to ****** him up |
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When I confronted this ******, he got highly upset, |
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Took off his ******rt, booted up, then looked down to my chest, |
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So I slammed his ass, the ****** started to kick, |
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I went to stompin' in his face, ******' up his ******t, |
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Gave him a good ass whippin', then I started to steppin', |
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I saw him reachin' in his pants, I seen he was stressin', |
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The ******s was stuntin', but I had mine, |
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Five times through the chest, family outside cryin', |
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On the way back home, I saw this sharp ass lady, |
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Polo down, hair fixed, and some gold earrings, |
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I asked just where she's headed, she said "7th Ward", |
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Release the fine ****** out the St. Bernard, |
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She hopped in the ride, I take the hoe to Popeye's, |
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Got a three piece white, cold drink, and small fries |
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The hoe got full, we went to the Rochambeaux, |
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Took off her clothes and bust three nuts and after that I was through, |
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Took her halfway home and told the ****** "Get on", |
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Didn't give a ****** about her cuz I gave her the bone, |
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Everyday somebody else will get, hung by the gaffler, |
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******s roll down the ave., cuz I'm the neighborhood amp, |
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******' around with the Juvenile and you get your brains blown out, |
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Cuz that's what livin' all up the project is all about |
