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Damn silkk keep shaking that motherfucker its bubbling up now |
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There it is there it is right there |
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Ok, i'm a shake it a little while longer |
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That's the jent their fool |
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Verse 1 |
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In the crackhouse cutting up the diggety dope |
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Breaking down the keys cutting them up like riddick bowe |
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Gotta cook it up good for the dope fiends |
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Not too much baking soda gotta keep it crystal clean |
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And just like 7 up |
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Shake the shit well till the motherfucker bubble up |
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And now its time for the testing of the dope |
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Bring in the junkie and if he choke than its good smoke |
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Now its off to the hood |
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?? til we open up shop partner but its all good |
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And just in case you wanna find me |
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King george with the tech 9 standing right behind me |
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Silkk and ed in the benz as the decoy |
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And in the 5 lil ric and d-boy |
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C-murder doing time in the county jail |
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It been two weeks but it feel like 3 years |
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For some player hating snitching bitch |
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And after 12 o'clock partner we going to handle this |
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Put they heads on flat like lawerence taylor |
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Bullets flying everywhere they'll never find a cap peeler |
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With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-taty |
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I'm a criss cross that ass i'm not the mack daddy |
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I'm a put that ass to sleep |
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And its a message from the motherfucking street |
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(chorus) |
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Something funky for the streets |
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And the niggas and the hoes |
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Verse 2 |
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Top down as we ride thru the giggety streets |
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Og blood in my veins, but they don't know the p |
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Cause if they did they be ducking |
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Cause where i'm from its bout jacking and busting |
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Catch you slipping that could cost you your grave man |
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Triple gold ones the mark of a dead man |
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So why you slanging the keys, drinking the g's watch your g's |
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Cause in my street you'll get jacked in the county streets |
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(chorus) |
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Verse 3 |
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I'm in the black chev coming down the highway |
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With the bump in the trunk leaning sideway |
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Tacked out with my 40 on my side g |
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Bumping shit like the ghetto's trying to kill me |
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See in 94 them bitches can't fade me |
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And to your dome its a 9 a 380 |
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Or make that mac 10 tap dance on that ass |
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You see the no limit mob you better move fast |
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Being real cause the p don't high side |
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89 did my first fucking drive-by |
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Open fire with that deuce deuce on the crowd |
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They started yelling as the bithces started falling down |
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All i heard was sirens by the police |
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Ran thru the crowd act liked it wasn't me |
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Niggas in the back of the chev getting chroniced out |
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Just handled our business and we slowly smashed out |
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Now we on the freeway |
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Danked out, just bust caps and we got away |
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Tru g's in the dope game |
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But always coming thru with something funky for the streets man |
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(chorus) |
