Yeah I seen em come through here a couple times
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I didnt think nuttin of em
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Y'know what I'm sayin
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But that shit you dont talk that huh?
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That shit shocked everybody
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[Hook]
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[Petey]
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Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head off (whoa)
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Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yall (yessir)
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This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Sears on it (and i)
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Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call
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[Verse 1]
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[Petey]
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I wonder how many thought about Petey Pab
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When I was apache rappin in the penetentury yard
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Eatin ?? outa chanteens, smokin on roll-ups, strokin on my love meat
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Waitin for the day cut in the term and free
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So I could get out here and make mama proud of me
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And do the right thing run up on the right man
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That can pull the right string get to where I'm possed to be
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Had to get ejected cause the game a cold
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Anywhere and when the motherfucka slammed the door
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Oh no, hell naw (say what!?)
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Get lost (Hold up)
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Wait a minute dog (Sorry Charlie)
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Fucked around one night went out in New York
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When I met one of the brothers "up-in-ala-boys"
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Ever since then money been a real long head
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That bout says it all (c'mon)
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[Hook]
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[Petey]
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Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head off
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Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yall
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This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Sears on it
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Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call
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[Verse 2]
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[Petey]
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(Oh this?) Is just something that a carry with me all the time
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Just incase one of these motherfuckers loose they mind
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And run up on me like I aint gone hold it down for mine
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I can show you better than tryin to tell ya bout it
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See once upon a time I think Pitt was the county
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Where these niggas used to run around armed and robbin
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There was this little boy by the name of Moses
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Had to run home keep from gettin me jewelry stolen
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Till one day nigga caught a hold to him
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Did what they wanted to em stole my little Gucci coat
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Oh naw (hell naw)
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Shit yeah they did (Whatchu do about it?)
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What the fuck you think I did?
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Told Grama, granny told Grampa
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Grampa took his grandson in the backyard (here boy)
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Gave me somethin spossed to take the pressure off
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Instead he teach me how to shoot at the mouth (ahhhh)
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[Hook]
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[Petey]
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Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head off
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Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yall
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This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Sears on it
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Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call
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[Verse 3]
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[Petey]
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They aint certified till a nigga run in they house
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Put the thang in they mouth and blow errrthing they think out
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Run around actin like bitches (talkin bout errrbody)
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You gone make me loose it all (I swear to God)
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I wasnt gone talk about it but, God damnit!
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This motherfucker bout to piss me off (errrrrr)
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And this dick ridin radio station ass motherfuckin nigga down here in Raleigh (keep goin!)
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I dont give a fat bitch big titty pair one of yall motherfuckin play my shit (my nigga!)
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And the couple of spins that yall son-bitches did give me came from my man and them (Devious!)
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Man fuck that church boy grab the looks
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Come on the motherfuckin road with us (trust ya home boy)
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If I said anything I aint spossed to said and hurt anyone of yall them fuck it
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[Hook]
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[Petey]
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Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head off
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Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yall
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This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it aint got Sears on it
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Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call
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Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head off
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Get yo ass on the floor...
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Stick 'Em Up
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Petey Pablo |