[Chorus]
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Yall niggas keep fuckin around
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Fuckin' around, fuck round get stuck in the ground
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I ain't no busta see, yall niggas better stop fuckin wit me
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[Young Jeezy]
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I hit the clown in the dirt
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Jump on the top wit a drop that nigga down in the dirt
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The first nigga quick to get it first
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Call the paramedics cuz the police be stealing from the herse
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I aim it at ya hat when I burst
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If I don't get a grammy I'm headed at the rat niggas first
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And I'm back full of perk strap on the curb
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Slap that bitch on the third
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Nigga done caught wit a slurr
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Cant see shit but a blurr
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Crank up that Chevey let her purr
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We all from the curve
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Bitch niggas runnin up nerve
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I aint gone let u die
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And I (?) Tag a man
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Said u runnin from the hood and I'm packistan
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Bitch I'm a mutha fuckin jacka man
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And Understand when the mutha fuckin crack is stayin
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[Trick Daddy]
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Yall mutha fuckers better run cuz we got bombs
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Plus we got guns that take off arms
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Got 4,4 that shoot the do' and got buck loads of that 84
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And like John Doe, hit ya city start killing every nigga who aint feelin' this rhyme
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And ain't feelin' this vibe
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To many niggas goose neckin my ride
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But okay my A.K fully
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Yall niggas watch how u step to me
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And yall young niggas back the fuck up
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And don't make me act the fuck up
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Cuz it al' be another war
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I'll kill every mutha fucker that yall know
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Thats yo' ma,pa, sister in law
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Yo' daddy yo dog and yo hoe
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Now I ain't claim to be a saint
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And no got damn serial killer
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I just wanna know my nigga what made u disrespect a nigga
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What u thought I was a buster, sucker, a rapper, or actor
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Nigga rat to the cracker yep they'll protect ya but one day fuck nigga I'm gone catch ya
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Kase 1]
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Been got my B's got my cheese
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Fuck nigga u dont play wit a G'
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Cock back aim and squeeze
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Now ya ass on the ground wit the trees
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My ol' boy didnt raise no snitch
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My Ol' girl didnt raise no bitch
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U outta line I'll kill u bitch
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Not put that shit on my chick
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Man I pull bout 26 bitches
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Gotta perk shit 26 inches
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On the concrete nigga
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Gotta lace on the concrete nigga
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At least when I rap a lot
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Break down hoes in the trap a lot
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Fuck nigga I got crypt for days
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Slip n' Slide wit them bnoys from Dade
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305 to the 404, G' shit we'll take ya hoe
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Look dawg we'll take ya bricks
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Then u gone cop some candy shit
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Fuck nigga I hope it's worth it
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Spray ya ass like a job from (?)
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Came here to suck a dick ATL Dade county and Trick
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[Chorus]
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[T.I.]
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Aye,aye yall suck ass niggas keep playin wit me
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Fuck around see me wit a A.K on the streets
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Start bussin makin mutha fuckers lay in the streets
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All cuz of what a nigga say on the beat
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Look, I'm a G' thats sayin the least
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From trapin to sprayin the heat to wearin the key
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Instead of all that attention u were payin to me
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U should of been mindin ya business and keepin it pimpin
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But I know most niggas aint built like that
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Just know old niggas get killed like that
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U dont wanna fuck around wit Tip like that
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Look Flip when the body bag zip thats that
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Niggas wanna talk shit and cock duce
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Wit this fully automatic Mack 10's start shootin
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So u can run high and tell lies if u want to
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But when i fuck around and run up on u what u gone do
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[Chorus]
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Fuckin' Around
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| Trick Daddy |
