| Uh, they call me G-H-E-T-T-O, nigga
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| Uh, uh, I’m back on that bullshit
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| Haha, who could fuck around? |
| Huh? |
| uh.
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| I bet you look at things from a different perspective
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| When you see the size of the slugs, the fifth or the tech get
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| A couple’ll lift a detective
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| And make sure the legs that he used to walked with is defective
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| All you niggas do is sit on blocks and jive
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| About who’s the baddest bitch and if Pac’s alive
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| Nigga, I’m in a aqua five
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| With a button that make the roof flip back like pocket knives
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| I can’t knock ya drive, you feelin' like Rocky
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| Till you get a beatin' like he got in Rocky 5
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| The squad’ll still hold toast, and get these bitches
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| To open they legs wider than a field goal post
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| Broke niggas don’t wanna stand my grind so they knock it
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| Think my jeans got Mickey D’s signs on my pockets
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| The hydro combined with, the chocolate have ya eyes
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| Lookin' like the tall dude who signed with the Rockets
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| The flow is so sick, sooner or later
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| These niggas gonna need barf bags bigger than golf bags
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| The coke get flew on planes monthly
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| And cops search me for weapons harder than they do in Hussein country
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| And any chick that get a view of the chain wit me
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| I guess that’s what Jay meant by chain reactions
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| Bitch! |
| It’s nothin' to thumb off some notes
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| Fuck a dealer, I get 'em when they come off the boat, fucka
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| Yeah, Ghetto…
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| Fab, nigga, uh.
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| Uh, Street Family.
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| Uh, pay attention, y’all.
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| Please, uh, yeah.
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| You could love Fab, hate Fab, I don’t care
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| Send ya clothes with the check or I don’t wear
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| Uh huh, yeah.
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| Uh. |
| uh. |
| yeah.
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| Street Dreams the mixtape, uh huh. |
| yeah.
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| Uh, let’s get this money, y’all.
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| Let’s get this money, y’all.
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| Uh, uh, uhhh. |