| I’m on parole, I used to be on probaaaaaation
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| I’m with my gun I get full coporaaaaaation
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| I tell you take it off no hesitaaaaaation
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| Nigga you play around, I lay you down
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| That’s how it’s goin’down
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| Don’t play wit’me, I don’t have patieeeeeents
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| My headachin', and I need my medicaaaaaaation
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| Niggaz be hatin', they don’t know what they faaaaaacin'
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| Nigga you play around, I lay you down
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| That’s how it’s goin’down
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| I be in court throwin’signs like I’m a maaaaaason
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| Nigga witness against me, I’ma eraaaaaase 'em
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| If they try an runaway, I’ma chaaaaaaase 'em
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| Now with the pound, and I’m a lay 'em down
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| That’s how it’s goin’down
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| Better watch how you talk
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| Better watch where you walk
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| On the streets of New York
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| That’s how we get down
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| 22's on the jeep
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| Somthin’deep in the seat
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| When we creep wit the heat
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| That’s how we get down
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| Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk
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| Stick up kids don’t live long in New York
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| Fuck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street
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| Get caught slippin', then get hit wit’like three
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| In every hood in the US, I’m that nigga they feelin'
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| Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villan
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| I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin’right
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| Teachin’the hoodrats what Cristal taste like
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| I put 60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck
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| We in the hood nigga schemin', what you expect?
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| My S on 22's leave ya hos confuuuuuused
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| On the track ready to choose, like Daddy we want you
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| My love live ain’t change, the shorties still hug me Bullet wound in my face, and bitches still love me Now Nelly told you how them country boys talk
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| I came to teach you how we put it down in New York
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| That’s how we get down
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| Better watch how you talk
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| Better watch where you walk
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| On the streets of New York
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| That’s how we get down
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| 22's on the jeep
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| Somthin’deep in the seat
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| When we creep wit the heat
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| That’s how we get down
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| In the city, a young buck’ll tell you how the mac spit
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| O.G. |
| give 'em the word, you gonna get yo’ass hit
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| I don’t know why niggaz like to talk bad about me
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| I’m the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D.
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| Man it could be the money, it could be the ice
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| It could be they’d like to be me and can’t live my life
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| You should here they be sayin’man 50 be flippin'
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| Shot my man over 7 grams, that nigga be trippin'
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| I know death is promised, I don’t fear gettin’murked
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| It’s when a nigga half-way killa ya homie, it hurts
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| Now we can hit the club and get it crunked
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| Or you could start some shit, and I could hit you with
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| the pump, you can have it how you want
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| But I know you like my style (Uh-Huh)
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| Ya like how I break it down, wanna get rich?
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| I’ll show you how, take this pack, pump these pieces
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| That’s how we get down
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| Better watch how you talk
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| Better watch where you walk
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| On the streets of New York
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| That’s how we get down
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| 22's on the jeep
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| Somthin’deep in the seat
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| When we creep wit the heat
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| That’s how we get down |