*featuring Buddy Roe
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[Buddy Roe]
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Now I gotta let you have it
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Rappin' fire from my automatic
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Now I gotta let you have it
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Rappin' fire from my automatic
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[Trick Daddy]
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I just might have to toss this nine
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Across your mind
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Across that line
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I'm running straight up in your mammy's house by mine
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Puttin' this fire up in this old bitch mouth by mine
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And openin' fire
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And I ain't swearing no niggas
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Give the deed up until four niggas
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Ain't sympathizing with you hoe niggas
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I'm just realizing what this thug shit for nigga
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You in the middle of a war nigga
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Now I gotta let you have it
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The whole clip
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Fucking up the whole trip
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Now you fucking with the boogie man
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This shit deeper than Nino Brown
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And I ain't see no clown
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Nigga nigga nigga
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[Buddy Roe]
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Now I gotta let you have it
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Rappin' fire from my automatic
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Now I gotta let you have it
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Rappin' fire from my automatic
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[Trick Daddy]
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I got some niggas that'll bump with you
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Play with your kids and eat lunch with you
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Then fuck around and kill your ass
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I close shop
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With 2 shots from a far away glock
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Then leave you dead to rot
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In a empty lot
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And this thug shit simply not
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To be taken light
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Well y'all fake less I'm taken life
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Then I'm taking off
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To the old hood
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To check on a old girl
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To make sure it's still all good
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Then it's back to the streets
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To finish this beef
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Looking for them same niggas that's looking for me
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And about three blocks
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From where they set up shop
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Sell weed and lay some rocks
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They got these old cops
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Working they're spots
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And young niggas on the roof with red dots
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When me and my clique scrap and we scared not
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[Buddy Roe]
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Now I gotta let you have it
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Rappin' fire from my automatic
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[Buddy Roe]
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I'm paranoid cause I'm hearing things
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Time served
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Only out a few months, associated with birds
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They want to pop it, I got bad nerves
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Peep
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Mini-14 on the front seat
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You want to be there for your kids, nigga play with it
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His Grams missing, who did it, I'ma deal with it
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So fuck I care about the shorty
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Cause nigga you been known
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Skip town
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With my pound
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With my dudes 'round
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Now nigga how you playin', I done counted that
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You wanted work, all you had to do is fucking ask
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My cuban friend
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Want his ends
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Instead of you flipping them divedends
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Making millions
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Popping then
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Silly rabbit
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You done started static
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Now I gotta let you have it
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Rapping fire from my automatic
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You left me stuck
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And so you outta luck
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Cause you done fucked my credit up
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ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUST
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Nigga what
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[Buddy Roe]
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Now I gotta let you have it
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Rappin' fire from my automatic
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Now I gotta let you have it
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Rappin' fire from my automatic
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Now I gotta let you have it
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Rappin' fire from my automatic
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Now I gotta let you have it
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Rappin' fire from my automatic
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Gotta Let You Have It
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| Trick Daddy |
