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Drop ya thangs and just box |
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Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box |
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Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box |
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Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box |
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Yo, I hit the party in my T-shirt and tennis shoes |
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They all watchin' in they Hot Boys and church suits |
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Actin' tough in the club, ain't gon' get you home |
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Gettin' drunk off of Patron, just gon' get you domed |
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Still steppin' on my shoes, boy, this nigga happy |
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This nigga thank he, Lil' Jon and his partner Scrappy |
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Goin' dumb with his bitch, so he don't like me |
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This ain't the South boy, we ain't crunk we go hyphy |
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You gotta know the rules, player let it go |
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You get to trippin' my nigga, you gotta hit the do' |
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Rollin' up this eight-nine gram, I'm tryin' to make a plan |
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Tuggin' on yo' main bitch hand, tryin' to make a friend |
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This time for escapade only make the tec a-spray |
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I'm in the parkin' lot, standin' by the Escalade |
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You got a problem, we ain't fightin' like a man |
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One-on-one with the Fig', get yo' face in the sand, nigga |
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Drop ya thangs and just box |
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Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box |
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Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box |
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Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box |
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Nigga, you a bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun |
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Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun |
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Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun |
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Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun |
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Yo, Fig' never play with them guns, no you hear me |
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Fig' ain't shot nuttin' up but kill spirits |
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Fig' ain't the one to be, scared of the losses |
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One-on-one fightin' for stripes with right crosses |
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Uppercuts and heatbutts to get a head rush |
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Bitch, niggaz rather kick back and let they lead bust |
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I been a pitbull since Fila [Incomprehensible] and Kenny Ken |
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Used to chuck 'em by the corner sto' whoever win |
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Them was my O.G.'s and I was just a B.G. |
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Whoever want to see me, Figgaro can [Incomprehensible] |
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But now we got them old niggaz, that bust with they tommy |
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But caught without they tommy, get rushed like salami |
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'Cause everybody tired of them R.I.P.'s |
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We 'bout to bring this fightin' back, mayne, to all our streets |
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Now, cowards wanna pack and killers wanna cruise and |
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Real niggaz stand alone, mayne and do what we do |
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I wanna bust you but homey, let me ask you |
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Why you wanna play with that gun and make me blast you |
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Moms all cryin' and shit, she gotta ask you |
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[Incomprehensible] better to save on caskets you dumb, nigga |
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Drop ya thangs and just box |
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Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box |
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Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box |
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Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box |
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Nigga, you a bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun |
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Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun |
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Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun |
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Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun |
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Oh, boy, old friends like to make up and get cavi |
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Hell nah, she in the club wit'cho baby, daddy |
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She got the coat on, he bought you for yo' birthday |
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You kickin' back, I'm 'bout to clown him in the worst way |
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Team on preem' like he hangin' out with 'Pac brother |
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And you a boss for not cuttin' him with the boxcutter |
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And it was cool 'til this chick really got to trippin' |
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Spittin' drink in yo' face, boy, she popped up pimpin' |
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Zoked out like fat boy, you can't breathe |
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Bounce back and grab that trick by her fuckin' weave |
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Bring her to the flo', teach her 'bout the get low |
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She gon' really know, mob her on the danceflo' |
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Drop ya thangs and just box |
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Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box |
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Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box |
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Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box |
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Nigga, you a bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun |
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Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun |
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Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun |
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Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun |
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Yeah, I gotta acknowledge them fo' carloads of HP niggaz |
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That came to Fillmoe for y'all, one-on-ones, mayne and y'all got it, mayne |
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Niggaz put the guns down and after that nigga, it was real big |
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They get stripes for that, nigga, special shoutout nigga |
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To them three young Sunnydale niggaz |
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Nigga that was surrounded by ten Fillmoe niggaz, mayne |
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And all y'all wanted was one-on-ones and y'all got it nigga |
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Stripes for that |
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Drop ya thangs and just box |
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Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box |
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Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box |
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Nigga, just drop ya thangs and just box |
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Nigga, you a bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun |
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Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun |
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Bitch wit'cho gun, snitch wit'cho gun |
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Still get found in a ditch wit'cho gun |
