| I’ll break a nigga faith for the one time
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| I sleep without my gun, nigga, sometimes
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| I’m in your face like Muay Thai
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| Kick back, Liu Kang, bicycle kick fly
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| I never ran from a nigga
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| I shot, backflipped, then kickflip, Spitfire
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| Trust, when I speak, I don’t lie
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| Bloodshed, Blood side, Eastside, we ride
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| Bitch, I don’t miss
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| Nigga get scared when I talk my shit
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| Little bitch, I don’t miss
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| Nigga get scared when the bullpup spit
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| Walkin' in with that grip
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| Nigga gonna stand in his own fuckin' piss
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| Take your whole heart, lil' nigga, you scared to death
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| Gonna fight when I take your breath, what’s word?
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| If they really want war, you can line 'em up
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| Say I got a ruler stick if you wanna size 'em up
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| I don’t wanna speak, I want bodies inside the trunk
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| Nigga wanna talk now that his homies hit the dust (Ooh)
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| Me, I like my semi big (Okay)
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| Me, I like my thirty clip (Okay)
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| Me, I never ever miss (Wassup?)
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| 'Cause ignorance is elegance (Wassup?)
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| Me, I like my semi big (Ba-boom)
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| Me, I like my thirty clip (Ba-boom)
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| Me, I never ever miss (Ba-boom)
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| 'Cause ignorance is elegance
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| Jumpin' off the yacht and I’m bellyfloppin'
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| Coke in the pot and it’s bunny hoppin' (Work)
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| Shotgun, like Elmer Fudd (Blaow)
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| Two guns, Yosemite Sam (Grrah)
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| Bitch, we choppin' bricks, like Jackie Chan (Work)
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| Bitch, I’m hoppin' out the all-black minivan (Skrrt)
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| Shootin' these niggas off right in they faces (Blaow)
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| Big MAC-11 be right on the waist (Rrah)
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| Kick that bitch out if she jump in the Wraith (Slide)
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| She suck my dick, I just dump on her face (Fuck outta here)
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| It’s Big Sleezy, move a brick easy
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| Audemars bust down and my wrist Fiji (Splash)
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| And the bitch need me 'cause I pimp easy
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| Suck my dick raw, you a bit greasy (Slide)
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| I never care, I don’t play with you pussies (Fuck outta here)
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| Pull up in the mornin' and spray at you pussies (Blaow)
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| I’ll go to war any day with you pussies (Grrah)
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| I fuck around, put your brains on a hoodie
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| Take nigga’s chain, then thank ya (Gimme that)
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| Niggas gon' straight enslave ya (Bitch)
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| Niggas gon' test that gangster (Bitch)
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| Niggas gon' break them ankles (Mula)
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| Got the whole block like the blue wall (Work)
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| Throwin' ice in the pot, let it cool off (Work)
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| I’ma shoot a nigga tattoos off (Blaow)
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| Turn your fucking face to RAGÚ sauce
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| If they really want war, you can line 'em up
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| Say I got a ruler stick if you wanna size 'em up
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| I don’t wanna speak, I want bodies inside the trunk
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| Nigga wanna talk now that his homies hit the dust (Ooh)
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| Me, I like my semi big (Okay)
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| Me, I like my thirty clip (Okay)
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| Me, I never ever miss (Wassup?)
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| 'Cause ignorance is elegance (Wassup?)
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| Me, I like my semi big (Ba-boom)
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| Me, I like my thirty clip (Ba-boom)
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| Me, I never ever miss (Ba-boom)
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| 'Cause ignorance is elegance (Ayy) |