| I heard it through the grapevine, you say fuck Duke
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| If you that strong about it, then come see Duke
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| Find out what this Glock, or left and right do
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| We can take it there, if you wanna take it there
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| We can do like middle school, step in my square
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| I don’t do fair, I’m a Clover Gee
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| I thank you for your jewels, they look better on me
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| You over there with a naked neck, I got three on me
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| My baretta on me, so don’t reach homie
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| They call me Duke Ali, when I’m banging that pistol
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| Cause my gun and my vest, is a military issue
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| Brother wait till I see you, then do a song and diss ya
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| Beat your ass, then rap bout how I did ya
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| Caught you at the club, you was full of that liquor
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| I told you not to fuck, with them Screwed Up niggas
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| And this is a stick up, give them damn jewels up
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| It don’t matter, where you go
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| You can search high, you can search low
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| But it’s guaranteed, you’ll never find another nigga like me
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| Niggas think they gangsta, cause they throw signs
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| I bet they take the block off, when I throw mine
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| It’s guarunteed, there’ll never be another nigga like me
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| Listen nigga, I don’t say shit I can’t repeat
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| And I keep it real gangsta, from the booth to the streets
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| The jewelry never made me, and never will
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| Motherfuckers out here hating me, and hating me still
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| I don’t do stupid ass shit, to get accepted
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| Keep my named out your mouth, 'fore I check your dental records
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| You not a gangsta to me lil' boy, you a bitch
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| Only stripes I see, go up your motherfucking back
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| I’m certified in the streets, O.G. |
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| Throw some’ing on the stage, let the whole front row have it
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| Fully loaded semi-automatic, is the tool
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| Bitch, don’t make me act a motherfucking fool
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| Point Blank the Bull, no doubt one of the hardest
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| Extra clips, in the glove compartment
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| Soon I’ma be, considered one of the largest
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| Also known, as the knock off artist
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| To some of y’all I’m a new nigga, but I been rapping
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| And whooping niggas ain’t new either, cause I been scrapping
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| Let me describe myself, I’m about six feet even 228 pounds
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| When I get pissed off, I shoot shit up and shut shit down
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| My attitude is rude, enough to be a stepmother
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| Still in the public eye on Murda Dog, I’m on the next cover
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| I been dealing with paper, lately
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| It’s a lot of niggas hate me, but the 3−57 ain’t got a safety
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| So it’s bl-uck bl-uck, when my enemies are spotted
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| So accurate with me aim, y’all chill mayn I got it
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| Pull up in they front yard, and bust until every window break
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| (Point Blank), B.G. |
| Duke and Z-Ro the Crooked hoe we holding weight
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| Fuck the rap game, nigga this A.B.N
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| Assholes By Nature, we could give a fuck about a friend
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| We smoke so much, we always got five on it
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| I’ll be grooving until the world stop moving, I put my nine on it |