| Yeah, like that
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| Okay, yeah
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| Say bro, (Yeah) where you get them from?
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| Detroit? |
| (Yeah) That machine gun, spray boy
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| And it's gon' hit some
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| New coupe? |
| (Ooh) Been whippin' 'em
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| New boobs? |
| (Yeah) Where you get them done?
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| Payroll (Nice), might put you on a table
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| And spread you out like some Yayo (I'm naughty, yah)
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| No bitch (Oh), you don't know shit (No)
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| You just want all my money, ah
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| I was hopeless (Oh), now I'm focused (No)
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| Where the fuck is the party at?
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| Now hold this (Oh), oh shit (Oh)
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| That's it (Yeah), so sick (Oh)
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| No shit (Oh)
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| Damn, I'm (Yeah) getting too fuckin' old for this (Yeah)
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| But still as explosive with, just load the clip
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| Two pistols on hip, both are gripped
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| I hold them at shoulder width
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| Took a stab in the dark and broke the tip
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| Of my knife off, but your throat is slit
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| 'Cause I'm cutthroat to the utmost with it
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| The ultimate
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| I just let the poker chips fall but they were supposed to fit
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| Now those days are over, scrapin' change in sofas
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| Tryna save at Kroger (Yeah)
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| So why would I give a fuck about backstabbin' Trader Joe for?
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| How 'bout that, I'm paid as Oprah
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| Think I may have broke the scale
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| 'Cause the wait is over
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| But wait, wait, hold up, 'cause they say I almost
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| I almost lost it
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| I had to reach back, back, and lock it, yeah (Lock it, lock it)
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| You almost got me (Stop it, stop it)
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| I had to reach back, back, and lock it, yeah (Lock it, lock it)
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| You almost (Stop it), you almost (Stop it), you almost (Stop it), I got it (I got it)
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| You almost (Stop it), you almost (Stop it), you almost (Stop it), I got it (I got it)
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| Just sit there and act pathetic and sulk
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| 'Cause I'm getting green, Incredible Hulk
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| 'Cause I usually get it in bulk
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| But I still will stomp your head to a pulp (Yeah)
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| You want smoke, I got the tical like Method Man
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| So get ready to die from second hand
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| Get a whiff of the doctor's medicine
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| Like sedatives you'll get popped, Excedrin
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| 'Cause you can get it like over the counter (Yo)
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| Like I just left the damn concession stand (Yeah)
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| A mic in my hand's a weapon (What?)
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| I put that on everything like ranch, I'll never land
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| Too fly, I don't plan to ever Cinderella Man
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| What I am is better than
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| Every single one of you
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| Whether separate or all of you band together
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| And I put the game on the pill (Yeah)
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| Now my Shady babies are all stillborns
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| Meaning abortions that live 'cause they were still born
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| I can heal 'em with Neosporin
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| You 'bout to experience euphoria
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| (I'm a) true warrior, got the plug like Trugoy
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| Give me the cue like I'm ScHoolboy
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| And I'll treat the beat like a pitbull would do to a chew toy and destroy it, 'cause boy I
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| I almost lost it
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| I had to reach back, back, and lock it, yeah (Lock it, lock it)
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| You almost got me (Stop it, stop it)
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| I had to reach back, back, and lock it, yeah (Lock it, lock it)
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| You almost (Stop it), you almost (Stop it), you almost (Stop it), I got it (I got it)
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| You almost (Stop it), you almost (Stop it), you almost (Stop it), I got it (I got it) |