| Yeah
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| I know you looking for that fire
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| I got that John Blaze shit though
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| Yo, I know y’all just want two 16's, so
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| I’m just gon' spit it like that
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| For real
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| So that’s exactly what you’re getting
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| Me spitting a couple written verses, the first is ‘bout Quentin
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| Young & wild, brung a child on this planet he doesn’t claim
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| Scooped chicks using his cousin name and plays a dozen games
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| Thinks he knows it all, still tries to fit in like when your clothes get small
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| Following in those footsteps then walked towards exposed pitfalls
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| Momma kicked him out of her house ‘cause of his poor grades
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| He left right out that door straight worse than before, made
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| Money on the streets with elites, in no time there’s receipts
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| From leather seats and fleets, rolling sweets, and tucking heat
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| Since that metal’s been on the cop providing, it’s like
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| Riding a bike then catch you with your chain slipping, pedalling on the block
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| Bang, bang, bang, he finds himself inside a shootout with some rival crew
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| Thinking ‘bout survival through
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| Traffic speeding while bleeding it’s graphic, blood leaking more than an ounce,
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| shit
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| At 16 hours before his daughter’s birth, he was pronounced dead
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| Damn, say you wanted two 16's
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| I’ma give you two 16's
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| You say all you want is two 16's
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| Then I’ma give you two 16's
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| Yeah, I’ma give you two 16's
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| Yeah, I’ma give you two 16's
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| Yeah, I’ma give you two, one, two, one, two (two, two)
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| Listen as I run through
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| Both of these tales, I wish I could undo
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| She was pregnant at 16, you would think maybe if she felt the baby shift she
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| Would not be as angry with herself for getting down on her first night
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| In the back of a Crown Vic as them sounds kick
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| Nauseated, moving around, sick to her stomach, missing class
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| Kissing ass to make up a test with the study, listen, pass
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| With flying colors, always evil eyeing brothers
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| Since her baby father don’t claim her child and probably denying others
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| At first you thought «I don’t need him, I’ll just give him his freedom»
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| ‘Til she finds out a girl knows him, that’s who she buys her weed from
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| She was told that he slangs with his cousin dealing
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| What she thought Dylan was his name that she wasn’t feeling
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| So she made a call, got some young, wild niggas to spot him
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| Knocked him on his bottom, pointed at him and shot him
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| What a shame, that was around the same time that her water broke
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| She had a child but got arrested, missing the first words her daughter spoke
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| Damn, say you wanted two 16's
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| I’ma give you two 16's
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| You say all you want is two 16's
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| Then I’ma give you two 16's
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| Yeah, I’ma give you two 16's
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| Yeah, I’ma give you two 16's
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| Yeah, I’ma give you two, one, two, one, two (two, two)
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| Listen as I run through
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| Both of these tales, I wish I could undo |