| Yeah, you must be throw’d
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| You gon' make them thangs come up out that load
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| You ain’t built like that but you talk so cold
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| Yeah, we know
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| Hurts now, purps found cause a nigga squirt rounds
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| Acting like ya wore a purse on turf grounds
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| Like how his homies didn’t tell him to pull his skirt down
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| Now look at’cha
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| Loud mouth we found a round to match ya
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| Bound to smack ya, now the ground’ll catch ya
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| 'Cause you frowned at the hounds and you found disaster
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| He talking hella shady
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| How I get it on the daily
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| They jelly bout my gravy but they crazy 'cause they think I won’t be banging
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| like the 80's
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| Your homie was a movie
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| So we dot him with the tooly
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| Got his family sick and woozy
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| Giving him the finger, way of Rodney O and Joe Cooley
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| They hot around the collar
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| 'Cause I got a lot of shotters
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| So don’t nobody bother, if they try to then we stoppin' they medulla oblongata
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| So be careful when you saucing
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| You could end up in the coffin
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| You better take precaution when you see real niggas crossing, shut the fuck up
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| when we talking
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| If you get my killers heated
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| You’ll be curled up like a fetus
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| All them words, you’re gonna eat it
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| Every fist and all the feet is never ceasing when you pleaded
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| So I think you better comma
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| Or get lit up with the llama
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| KC all the way to Ghana, when you grown and start the drama, ain’t no running
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| to yo mama, nigga
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| No running to yo mama
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| When you caught up in the drama
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| No running to yo mama when you caught up in the drama 'cause you did nobody
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| honor
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| We the boss players
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| In this, industry and not SEGA
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| Nigga we are stop haters
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| We take 'em to the end and then it’s biva Las Begas
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| If you tripping, y’all nuts
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| 'Cause we sick and all bust
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| So get the motherfucking pineapple, the rum and the coconut and mix it all up
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| We coming from the ghetto
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| And we keep the heavy metal
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| So you suckers better settle 'cause we turn a wolf and devil to a woman in
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| stilettos
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| 'Cause they didn’t really want it
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| They was only in the moment
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| Hella talking, never on it
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| Had they’re chance and now they blown it 'cause the king was their opponent
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| He bit the hand that fed him
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| Run you over if you let him
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| All the homies wanna get him, heard the words when he said them now I know that
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| he regret them
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| 'Cause we be getting money
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| And he be looking bummy
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| So keep the coward from me, when you see me don’t be chummy
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| Muh’fucking dummy
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| I know you can’t stand me
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| But you know that we go hammy
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| Have you sleeping like a xanny, hit them with a super whammy when I cut them
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| from the family
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| We in every nook and cranny
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| Hit you when you’re in your jammies, when you’re in your manny panties
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| See me and my brother Sammy, ain’t no yelling for your granny and no running to
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| your mammy nigga
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| No running to yo mama
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| When you caught up in the drama
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| No running to yo mama when you caught up in the drama 'cause you did nobody
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| honor |