[DJ Paul]
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Jealous, jealous, jealous, jealous ass bitches!
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Jealous ass bitches!
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Jea, Jea, jealous ass bitches! jealous ass bitches!
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[Chorus - repeat 4X]
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Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin bout
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Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho!
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[DJ Paul]
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My killas and playas
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We gotta hear the speaker upon a certain subject tho
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These niggas hatas so they talk shit bout us to our hoes
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They talk shit tryna put salt in our peeing
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These niggas being
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Some hating bitches but not seein
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We goin after you enemies
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Anger is all in me
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Graspin another clip
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Infared and feel these
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Cross outs
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Or get tossed out
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On that pizzacks
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Slammed to the pavement
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For a fizz (JEALOUS!)
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Never really cool wit me
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Hoes ya gotta put em up
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Backstabbers and downers hold ya down but bitch im
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bout some commers
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Puttin them guns up
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For ya lame
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Take no charges for ya man
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Toe to toe witcha hoe
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No problem man we can swang bang Bitch!
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[ScareCrow]
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Well I be damned
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Its ScareCrow, and Goddy Cally, Tomontana and Hafa
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We choppin off ones on these fuckin ass bitches cuz
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they ain't got shit else to offer, Baraka
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I'm only 5"5" so I love when they call me Lil' Poppa
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I can't get a post, the copper so close
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Less evil down here by tha dock cuz they think they some coners
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But in a lil while you fuck niggas gone need some blood doners
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We ridin through India launcher
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Put dirt in they launcher
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They dead on the corner we comin real loca
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I tell ya the nigs in my click man we comin real loca
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They stayin real blow on tha snow
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Always Coca Cola... but not the kind in the can
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The kind in the drank cooler or in the drink stand
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These niggas got faith in they strap like a crucifix
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Run on there knees like the purist christian
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And niggas in mafia land do not give a damn matter you penny or brands
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We dont have to been that great cuz its no smoking the
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store Kalicofalilo? check yo collar
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Gangsta Boo]
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A nova gettin money lendin niggas pimp by the Boo
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They want me to smile but steady I frown
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Aint nothin but gangsta up in me fool
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For what its worth im takin you bitches main
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Niggaz and dollars he's whinnin diamond his lady
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So let that steam out yo collar
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And face reallity
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You cant compare when it come to misses Boo
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Cant be taking no losses from none of you project ho bitches
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I'm livin it up stayin down, tryna get what I can
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From the 9-6 to 2G, I'm lovin money now man
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So why you playa hatin
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Ho you need to dig what I peep
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You wonderin why you aint bail
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Cuz you be fuckin for free
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So since you hot you better let that steam up outta your collar
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I'm gettin richer and richer I love the almighty dollar
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[Juicy J]
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Back when I was broke
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didnt nobody wanna fuck wit me
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hangin wit my nigga D.
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Magic in this property
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snipers gaurdin niggas
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wit them triggers
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slangin nuttin but fruit
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making junkies flip into a zone
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like they on that screw
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those was my itles
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Dan and J. said stick to rap
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cuz if you die in that shit
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ima get tha gat
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3 years past and I finnaly got a fuckin break
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3-6 Mafia missed the styles
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niggas start to hate
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fo i started makin cheese
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sellin tapes
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underground players stay down
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now they frown when I come around
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but im maintaining
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still drankin
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hatin I cant destroy
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every time I ride
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All I hear is fuck witcha boy
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[Chorus 2X]
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Draped up and dripped out
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Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho
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Draped up and dripped out
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Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho!
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Jealous Ass Bitches
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| Three 6 Mafia |
