| Yeah, it’s a different year, you heard me
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| It’s a different year, uh
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Nigga yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Nigga yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m that nigga, nigga fuck what you talking bout
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| You checking my status, ain’t you
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| I’m a Down South nigga, I’m a hell of a gangsta
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| I got em fucked up, they gon know how I do it
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| I’m always known, for making cut throat music
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| I don’t fuck around with him, he too dick in the booty
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| If I say the nigga name, then he’d prolly sue me
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| He hurting I’m rolling now, then keep it real
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| Making me or you, show me how
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| Stole the game, from the bitch nigga like that
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| There’s over one million ways, you could get jacked
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| Well I’m a street jack artist, I can respect that
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| That’s like me and you hitting a lick, you shoot me in my back
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| You fucking with the wrong nigga, I’m telling you
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| Shadow your motherfucking image, make it hell for you
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| You might feel I’m over due, well come and get me
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| I keep my heater on me, burn a nigga crispy, make him history
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| Second verse is worse than the first, your people
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| Need a corner rebirth, and order a box of white t-shirts
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| I’ma knock your ass off, I ain’t the last Don
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| I’m the last Dog, one in the manger was under the Nolia
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| Nigga never could take over Magnolia, Slim here to stay
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| Nigga know why I smash, anything that’s in my way
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| Hate I’m set tripping, you in ways round my way
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| If you once, you should know how I handle a AK
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| Respect me, live by the trigga die by it
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| Every nigga from New Orleans, keep a gat up on they side
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| Stay the fuck from round my business, yeah I use to get high
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| Your bitch told me you say that, after I nutted in her eye
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| Big girls don’t cry, here’s a towel wipe your face
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| Let him know and know he a rat, and he got fucked up stay
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| Only thing you could do, is suck a nigga dick
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| Us Cut Throat niggas, keep another nigga bitch
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| You see, this shit ain’t nothing to me
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| If it wasn’t for this, I’d be still in the street
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| Fuck I’m talking bout, stuck in the street 24−7
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| Pulled up on the AVE., nigga sold me a Mack 11
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| That’s a throwback gat, gotta stamp that there
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| Give him dollas, and he can have that there
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| Make sho it ain’t broke, and nothing wrong with the pin
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| I walked on back, and let ten off in the wind
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| Dog this ain’t fully, he done filed it down
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| Soldier haters please, just hate me now
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| I’m Jump-Sly Slim, don’t jock my style
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| You wanna be like me, but you don’t know how
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| The first thang be original, cause if
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| You get your own style, nigga feel you mo'
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| And if you gotta be a man, on that river bro
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| Nigga know, I’m a motherfucking genero' |