| Niggas in the hood lookin at me crazy
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| Tellin niggas like they wanna fuck my old lady
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| Same fuckin shit every day at 8 oclock
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| Nigga, start my day off raisin off the cock
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| I throw the khakis on, with the t-shirt
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| Never knowin when a nigga might hit the dirt
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| Im thinkin, how in the fuck can I get high quicker
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| Mix the blunt with some muthafuckin malt liquor
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| These niggas that I love, I dont trust em, but I stay close to em In case I gotta do em We from the same set, but that dont mean shit no mo
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| I be premeditatin with the .44 (.44)
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| My hoe be tellin a nigga to peel they caps back
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| Cause I know where them niggas hide they shit at Shit be on my mind, return a shot call
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| Broke as fuck, its about to get hot, yall
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| Niggas starvin while youre home with the mills
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| Niggas killin while youre doin dope deals
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| Out flossin, throwin 100 $ bills
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| Time to set yo ass up for the kill
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| Death of a shot caller, who can you trust?
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| It might be your number 1 nigga that bust
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| A cap, hes the next one to take charge
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| Smoke him and his bitch in his backyard
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| A niggas sittin on the curb
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| Hear that nigga come bumpin with the suburb
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| Got my niggas on point, same niggas he be fuckin hoes with
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| And rollin up the blunts when he wanna get lit
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| Homie, when that nigga put the mutahfucka in park?
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| Thats the signal, little nigga, pump 3 in his heart
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| Dont feel shit, cause its real shit, he a bitch
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| Niggas in the hood doin bad while he gettin rich
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| Off this shit we be killin niggas fo Cant make a move less this muthafucka say so Nigga, fuck that, Im runnin this shit
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| Ima look him in his eyes when his punk-ass gettin hit
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| But if you miss, nigga, ima kill you
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| Cause if he get away, muthafucka, then we all through
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| Fuck 3 shots, nigga, add 2
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| And handle what the fuck you gotta do Kill the shot caller
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| Man, you know we been smokin niggas for this muthafucka
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| This nigga aint paid us shit, man
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| (I know, dog)
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| Hold up, hold up, hold up, dog
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| Man, gimme the gat, I — damn
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| Hey nigga, you got my muthafuckin money?
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| Nigga, fuck yo money, nigga
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| No nigga, fuck you
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| (*shots*)
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| Oh shit, oh shit…
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| Damn!
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| These o.g.s got me twisted like twizzler
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| Got me heated and hot, and all Im thinkin is killin ya Peelin ya cap back, like starter, fool
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| Im comin to get you niggas off my block, so I pack a full
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| Glock with big slugs, and you know I buck no doubs
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| Cause you know a nigga steelo, how I did them fools a week ago
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| One week passed, Im hearin you wanna wet us When you see ren, rocc, tha chill, youre puttin on the jetters
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| What the fuck? |
| these niggas tryin to bust on me?
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| So Im cockin up the can and ready to make them do some gas
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| And do some flippin, and all that
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| Cause niggas out here shot call, get they ass jacked
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| And thats the main fact, big payback for you punk muthafucks
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| Disrespectin the crew, its mandatory that I buck
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| Ass down from comptown, mr. |
| shot caller
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| Gonna be a fast faller if he aint a fast talker
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| Fast walker, or better yet better be a fast runner
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| Chill on the scope with the cannon, finna gun ya Dumpin 9 to the gut like «nigga, what? |
| «This ol b.g. |
| big baller, fuck the muthafuckin shot caller |