| See, because I am going to kill the fuckery over there
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| And people is going to be in demand of all the truth
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| When you come to flossy, better have your gun
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| What’s the key to the block? | 
| Better have your gun
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| Disrespect the gang, better have your gun
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| Or you dropping the woo, better have your gun
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| Talk down on my name, better have your gun
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| Or you reach for the chain, better have your gun
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| If you step on my Diors, Diors, better have your gun
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| Or you laugh at my pain, better have your gun, look
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| You shot in the air, is you scared of me?
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| 2Pacs, I ain’t mad at you
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| Shot a nigga, he was laughing, huh
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| The same nigga crying after, huh
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| Put a pussy on a platter, huh
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| Shot your mans and now they adding up
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| Your mans down and now you mad as fuck
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| I fucked your bitch and then I’m passing her
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| What the fuck is you telling me? | 
| I got the pedigree
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| In the hood, I’m fighting felonies
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| It’s a whole bunch of jealousy in the air
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| What the fuck a nigga telling me?
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| Shoot a nigga, go to jail for it
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| 'Cause I know I got the bail for it
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| For my gun, I’ll die for it
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| Get on the stand and lie for it
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| Half rapper, half drug dealer
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| Got a bird up on my wrist
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| Brought the McLaren to the hood
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| Niggas can’t get into this
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| Late nights in Puerto Rico
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| Breaking down a half a kilo
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| Eating chicharon with the people
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| Having an orgy with three hoes
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| When you come to flossy, better have your gun
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| What’s the key to the block? | 
| Better have your gun
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| Disrespect the gang, better have your gun
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| Or you dropping the woo, better have your gun
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| Talk down on my name, better have your gun
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| Or you reach for the chain, better have your gun
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| If you step on my Diors, Diors, better have your gun
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| Or you laugh at my pain, better have your gun, look
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| Niggas talking 'bout a rhyme, I’m talking 'bout guns and crime
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| I’m fuckin' with you and yours if you think that you fuckin' with mines
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| I’m a diamond in the rough, all I wanna do is shine
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| Late nights up in the 9, just know I keep a nine
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| I ain’t with the bitching and snitching
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| I ain’t with the politicking
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| Rather sit up in the jail
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| Or swim with the fishes
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| You ain’t gon' ever catch me slipping
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| Off the 'Trón, I be sipping
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| Stove hot, I be whipping
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| Lot of heat up in kitchen
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| In the hills up in Cali
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| Pink Runtz, smoking mad weed
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| Fuckin' on a lil' mama
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| Lightskin with a jatty
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| I ain’t a gangster if you ask me
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| But lil' nigga, don’t put it past me
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| I put your body on standby
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| While I blow a dub like Max B
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| When you come to flossy, better have your gun
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| What’s the key to the block? | 
| Better have your gun
 | 
| Disrespect the gang, better have your gun
 | 
| Or you dropping the woo, better have your gun
 | 
| Talk down on my name, better have your gun
 | 
| Or you reach for the chain, better have your gun
 | 
| If you step on my Diors, Diors, better have your gun
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| Or you laugh at my pain, better have your gun
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| Better have your gun, better have your gun
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| Better have your gun, better have your gun
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| Better have your gun, better have your gun
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| Better have your gun, better have your gun
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| Better have your gun, better have your gun
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| Better have your gun, better have your gun
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| Better have your gun |