*featuring Kingpin Skinny Pimp
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[Hook: Male singer]
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Look what I'm going thru [16x]
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[Verse 1: T Mac]
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I was sitting at the table while popping on my yego
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Dual off in my Chevy got me loose finna let go
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And I got 'em ducking finna buck 'em
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Shaking bitches off with fire when I'm lucking
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Murder keep me fiending for a pill in the kill and I steel when I ratter
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tatter tatter
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Watch her body splatter cause it really doesn't matter
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If I gotta I'ma pop her and the clip gone stop her
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Ena Forina sipping on a Zima
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Smoke cut it out
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How you live about
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Bitches in the South
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Women in the South
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Where my yams and my chicken and my color I'm picking,
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I'm picking, I'm choosing,
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I'm losing my mind my niggas is all of the time
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Dope than I choke
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Coughing the smoke
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So I be like fuck that dope
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Let's go bump a dime
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Fuck with my mind
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Keeping the nine all of the time
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I'm chiefing pine, chiefing pine, chiefing pine, chiefing pine
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Fuck what a nigga say he gone do
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I represent BulletProof
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And I been down since '92
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Y'all don't know what I done been thru
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[Hook: Male singer]
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Look what I'm going thru [16x]
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[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
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Shit all I got is a bunch of problems and other stress
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In the land where a little man must wear a vest
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Settle for less
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But I got lesser
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Got this bitch that ain't shit and God won't bless her
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Won't slow me down
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Front this ho around let's be fo' real
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Kill or be killed
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I got feelings but I still can't feel
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Hungry for meals
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And until I can say I got it
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I'ma go take these crackers hostage at they college
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That's Higher Learning
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Blunt burning gone help me see
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The realness of this fucked up reality
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It's blasphemy
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A quarter ki of cooked coco
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Beware, although a bunch of fucking punks out there
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Ain't no scare
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Look what I'm going thru
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[Hook: Male singer]
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Look what I'm going thru [16x]
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[Verse 3: Eleven Twenty-Nine]
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Quarter birds slabbed on the scale with no cut
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Can't worry about what niggas think cause they don't wanna see me up
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1988 we had connections like them Goodfellas
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Smith and Wesson on my side cause can't nobody tell us
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Nigga what the fuck you doing how we do it when
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I pray to God that he forgive me for my sins
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My mama still tell me till this day
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Better watch this how they play
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And muthafuck what niggas say
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That's that's why my mind can't get trapped
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inside a nigga no bullshit
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Tripping off some Anna that's why I be quick to pull quick
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Money still rolling holdin' down this shit with Congregation
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Sold my soul
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Done pimped my foes, still big facing
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Got me pacing
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[Hook: Male singer]
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Look what I'm going thru [16x]
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[Verse 4: Mica B]
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Coming up in the game making this money
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We constantly bumping gimme some on the scene
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Gotta pocket in the bank full of green
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And all my real thugs roll to clean
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Chiefin' that goody
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Thinking bout business
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Short term and long term
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Bullets we burn
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With a thick firm
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Let the whole world know it's our turn
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Major D in Tennessee, ATL, Georgia, and M-Town
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Bound to crank a spot up now
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Yes you know we pack them rounds, uh
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Making moves in the hood
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Chiefing with the big boys
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Rolling in the big toys
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Making all the big noise
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Ain't scared to go to war
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And all us hustlers like to score
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I'm dropping that pants worse
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Pimp first
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Then fuck what haters speak
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I'm pimping on these streets
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And these south joints paying me
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Mange twah in the Marriott
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I send 'em to the private parties
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Then scoop 'em up
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From the snake joint and big bodies
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Look What I'm Going Thru
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| Pastor Troy |
