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Real, real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick |
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Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you? |
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I'm the type to pack a gat or few |
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Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you |
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Real niggaz stand up, hold they dick |
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Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you? |
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I'm the type to pack a gat or few |
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Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you |
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Y'all niggaz see me when I'm come through |
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And ain't no denyin' that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five |
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Swayin' in and out of white line, six, six double O |
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Two zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine |
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Y'all niggaz see me when I'm come through |
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And ain't no, no denyin' that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five |
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Swayin' in and out of white line, six, six double O |
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Two zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine |
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Y'all niggaz see me when I'm come through |
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And ain't no, no denyin' that them big, big motherfuckers is twenty-five |
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Swayin' in and out of white line, six, six double O |
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Two zeroes, I'm feelin' like the streets is mine |
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Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heat's confined |
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See more fall guys than Foreman Ali combined |
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If there's beef, I'm releasin' mine |
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And I won't stop bustin' 'til them Escalade seats recline |
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The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blast |
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I return shots like Arthur Ashe |
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You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies |
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Fuck bein' sorry, it ain't nothin' but a gangsta party |
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Ten shots, ten dead bodies |
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Fuck bein' sorry, it ain't nothin' but a gangsta party |
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Ten shots, ten dead bodies |
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Fuck bein' sorry, it ain't nothin' but a gangsta party |
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And I'll make sure ain't a nigga survivin' |
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Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a nigga there to revive him |
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And the Game ain't tryin' to win, fuck the awards |
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So keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong |
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Real, real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick |
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Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you? |
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I'm the type to pack a gat or few |
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Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you |
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Real, real niggaz stand up, hold they dick |
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Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you? |
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I'm the type to pack a gat or few |
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Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you |
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Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap |
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That'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that |
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Niggaz thinkin' I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters |
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'Cause I weave through |
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Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap |
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That'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that |
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Niggaz thinkin' I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters |
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'Cause I weave through |
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Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap |
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That'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that |
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Niggaz thinkin' I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters |
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'Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster |
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But that don't stop the heater from bangin', or me comin' through |
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Droppin' all y'all niggaz with three in the chamber |
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Keep two mac-ten's when I'm rollin', one in the changer |
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One when I push the button's right next to the cup holder |
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Dog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the game |
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Let's say the Lee Harvey crack ya brain |
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Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with the aim |
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Good with the handle and the bullet's good with the bloodstains |
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And the coroner's real good with that pickup |
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A-one good with the carpet cleaning, they can get the rest of that shit up |
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'Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time |
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Put you niggaz next to each other how I do 'em in line |
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Real, real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick |
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Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you? |
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I'm the type to pack a gat or few |
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Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you |
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Real niggaz stand up, hold they dick |
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Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you? |
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I'm the type to pack a gat or few |
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Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you |
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Come through in a big boy, leave the bullshit at home |
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If beef cook then I'm bringin' the chrome |
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If I die then I'm leavin' a clone, but if I live |
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Through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig |
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When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big |
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When I'm rhymin' on the road, I listen to Jig |
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Bump Nas off that purple, sittin' on the block |
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And when I'm loadin' up them clips, I listen to 'Pac |
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A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns |
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Than F A B O L O U S got jerseys |
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And you might get 'em all in the face when shit get thick |
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Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey |
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And ain't nuttin' to do a drive by in the hood |
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We ain't even got survival, but I'm a still take that ride |
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Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it |
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Think this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it |
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Real, real gangstaz stand up, hold they dick |
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Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you? |
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I'm the type to pack a gat or few |
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Pull out and pop, simply 'cause I'm mad at you |
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Real, real niggaz stand up, hold they dick |
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Bitch niggaz sit down to piss, what type of nigga is you? |
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I'm the type to pack a gat or few |
