| I ain’t worried about the police
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| I ain’t worried about these little niggas talking about they hold heat
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| I ain’t stressing going broke
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| I don’t never leave them residences alone, keep it on me
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| I’m the nigga that you quote
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| I’m the only conversation if you speaking up on Long Beach
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| Get to acting like you know
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| Don’t be acting like you bold, get it cracking at a show
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| Heard the FEDs taking pictures, let a motherfucker pose
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| Tryna be the only Crippin' nigga sitting in the Vogue
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| Better put me on the cover, undercovers at my home
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| Tryna catch a nigga slippin', but I’m stickin' to the flow
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| Heard these niggas flippin' coke, why the fuck these niggas broke?
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| If there’s shooters in the squad, what’s the bodyguard for?
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| You ain’t calling me collect and I ain’t pickin' up the phone
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| Got some homies from the set who ain’t never comin' home
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| You wouldn’t know about it
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| You a street punk
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| You a muthafuckin' street punk
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| No one know about you
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| You a street punk
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| You a muthafuckin' street punk
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| This’ll blow up at you
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| Where the cash at, where the cash at?
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| Where ya pass at, where ya stash at?
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| Bend my last rack doing head at
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| Why? |
| Cause you a muthafuckin' street punk!
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| I don’t know if ya heard of me
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| But you heard them shots on the block, it’s a murder scene
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| Go on call the cops, open heart, durin' surgery
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| Now his breathing stopped, stupid niggas should of knew we tripping
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| Now we in the box, Winchester’s
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| Hundred in the box, Smith Wesson
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| Stuff it to the top and we coming to your spot
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| Knocking on the door, askin' where he at
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| Playin' games then we kick it down, everybody flat
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| On the ground, kids get kidnapped, go and ask 'bout it
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| Well you know how we rock it, nigga, you know who we wackin' now
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| You ain’t never caught a body, know it cause you talkin' 'bout it
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| Catch me off outta-
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| You a motherfucking street punk
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| You a street punk
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| You a muthafuckin' street punk
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| No one know about you
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| You a street punk
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| You a muthafuckin' street punk
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| This’ll blow up at you
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| Where the cash at, where the cash at?
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| Where ya pass at, where ya stash at?
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| Bend my last rack doing head at
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| Why? |
| Cause you a muthafuckin' street punk! |