*featuring The Teamsters
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Yeah
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Gangsta
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What
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That Gangsta
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Yeah
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That Gangsta
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on the tips
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E.I
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[The Teamsters]
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I was forced to live the crazy life
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Y'all niggas don't understand what a day be like
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But a son know my Pop's didn't raise me right
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When Hennedy don't pay me right
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No Baby wipes
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Keep the 3-80 tight
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The Mercedes dyke
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On a shady night
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Y'all niggas is lady like
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Blow for niggas that'll watch your arm
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Run in your crib pop your Mom
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Like bitch with stocks and bonds
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In the studio a thug wanna lock your calm
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Tell a nigga I'm like flex I drop the bomb
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You come to war with a switch blade
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Get laid
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Nigga Imma spit the gauge at your rib cage
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We thugged out
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Y'all niggas is bitch made
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You pick Jay they North white the shit grade
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Yor cousin looks mad ready to let the clips spray
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Out of a week I stay in a lab for 6 days
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[Hook x2]
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I run my right guard incase my shot ain't handy
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Speed stickin' me and mine
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I turn it up a degree
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Your secrets still kept
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Never let em see you sweat
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[Teamsters]
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I'm second to none nigga
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Yo I'm lettin my gun
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Pull this trigger shit off the window
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Through the head of your son
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I've been runnin' like 20 miles
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I ain't sweatin' for fun
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Yo it's hard to be a team when the second is one
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Cause I follow very
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Wanna wife like Halle Berry
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Yeah I ain't tryna be locked up under consolitary
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Like it don't stop
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Nigga I stop for food
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How you gonna pop a nigga that pop for you
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Hushed out in the drop top
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Aqua blue
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Get the bitch screamin' "Please, Please, not my boo"
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My revolver shook like I deal with smart crook
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You know the name
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Switch up the game like Garth Brooks
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Like ten cars with tire, hoes and and winstars
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I been hard through hell better sing God
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Diminish, I'm a bull dog, breathing British
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You ain't site cause your night show is all about your image
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[Hook x2]
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[Nelly]
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What
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I've seen on the bricks of the little front
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At colorses, check the ash tray that hold the blunts
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We hustling, I do the push ups and the sit ups nigga
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Get muscular, just in case you let your lips slip up
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I'm bustin ya, never let em see you sweat
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Yeah that's my motto, catch em in the club get wrecked
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With the bottle, the silencer behind his neck
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The others follow
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Show them you ain't bullshittin and you ain't hollow
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I saw you talkin' to that chick up over there
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I heard you ask her why she on my dick, yeah, yeah
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I heard it all before ya dig
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Next thing you tellin me Nelly
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I put that on my fuckin kid
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What you think this is
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I'm the reason they invented the whole navigational system
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So niggas can't find they trucks and they women when I'm with em
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Like I catch em in linen
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And then I flip em and run up in em
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Send her back to him
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And go to his house and blow him with her
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[Hook]
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Never let em see you sweat
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Never let em see you sweat
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Never let em
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Never let em
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To to play this hit out nigga
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How nigga!
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Never Let 'Em C U Sweat
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| Nelly |
