| Get the hardware, take it to the enemy
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| The hard-heads all here, man the artillery
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| Niggas go to war for their liberty
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| Black ops, arms and abilities
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| I’ll turn your favorite artist to a mural
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| Put papes on it, with his birthday
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| A dash, and today’s date on it
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| I didn’t know I was confusing you, shit
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| We gotta eat, even murder these a musical this, this
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| This isn’t for the weak hearted
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| You’re who the streets target
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| With the tattle team, so we hurt one
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| Put them in the hospital, get them all together
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| And then the whole waiting room is getting magazines
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| Splatter dreams
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| Attitude is like gimme money and a bag of green
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| I’m blowing smoke signals at an Indian broad
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| I told her I’m unemployed please give me a job
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| This grade A potent and grade A smoke
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| I’m loving it
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| R.A. |
| wrote the grade A dope for hustling
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| And where we from and where P from
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| It’s guaranteed cats in the hood is gon' fuck with it
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| Question, why you hem your jeans
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| Y’all niggas looking like Ben Vereen
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| Don’t get rocked, pa, Benjamin Grimm
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| With a nine double m on the scene
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| Fuck around and make your Timberlands swim
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| Drown nigga
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| Fucking clown nigga
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| 313 and Buck is the town, nigga
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| I’m Sean, King of the Apes
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| You prawn, king of the shrimps
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| Funny style, limp wristed son of a bitch
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| This nigga put fingers on this trigger
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| One or two pulls, this nigga is disfigured
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| I’m a good father but I really be illing
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| Colt .45 on my side, no Billy Dee Williams
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| Around blocks niggas like where the work at, behind you
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| Right on the corner in the jaw of a minor
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| Your whole crew is pussy and very vagina
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| Promise to bust your snotbox whenever I find you, P |