| RRRRRRRRRR!
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| WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
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| WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
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| WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
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| WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
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| I done told you boy I’m a soldier boy
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| I got no choice but to be a rider
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| I approach you boy with the toaster boy
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| Hit you point blank range and fire
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| I ain’t tryin to hear s*** I’m supposed to be rich
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| Mu’f***ers gettin with my bread
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| Then I’m 'gon load my s*** then count my s***
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| N**** trip I’ll go for your head
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| I’ll have your n**** in an ambulance tellin ya hold on The choir in your funeral singin you so long
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| The top shotta that rock product the block gotta
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| Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up The mo' paper the mo' strength we 'gon get it The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain’t missin
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| I’m back on my bulls*** a verse is a full clip
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| Catch you with your b**** throw a song in your new whip
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| N**** it’s G-Unit, f*** your click
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| Like syphillis b**** you stuck with this
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| I’m on you, n****s, die behind mine
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| Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn’t sign
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| You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo' head
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| Try to stop my shine but I got bread
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| And I ain’t got time, to hear what they said
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| When I catch them cowards I’m a buss they head
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| I done told you boy I’m a soldier boy
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| I got no choice but to be a rider
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| I approach you boy with the toaster boy
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| Hit you point blank range and fire
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| I ain’t tryin to hear s*** I’m supposed to be rich
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| Mu’f***ers gettin with my bread
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| Then I’m 'gon load my s*** then count my s***
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| N**** trip I’ll go for your head
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| I’m comin out of South-side, you know I’m raw
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| Big a** check, they show our score
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| Put a dough out and roll out, the cream is off
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| Fo'-fo' out, I know 'bout the Keizer war
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| I’m hot — five hunnid degress or more!
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| My door block an M16 or more
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| I’m in the store copin s*** you ain’t seen before
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| Black card swipe, we galore
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| Yeah, I said these n****s stop talkin then stop worryin
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| The feds keep comin, the money we buryin
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| I’m in a mean loft, I’m in the cream Porsche
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| I let that thing off, I turn to T-wolf
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| I drive a spaceship, n**** 2008 s***
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| kicks on, I stay in some eight s***
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| N****s on some apes***, they all get hit
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| Got the Russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip
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| I done told you boy I’m a soldier boy
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| I got no choice but to be a rider
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| I approach you boy with the toaster boy
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| Hit you point blank range and fire
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| I ain’t tryin to hear s*** I’m supposed to be rich
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| Mu’f***ers gettin with my bread
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| Then I’m 'gon load my s*** then count my s***
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| N**** trip I’ll go for your head |