Uh huh, Uh huh, Brooklyn Vietnam
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What you, Uh yeah, Uh, Come on
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Oh no, big Shyne Po
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Back up in the motherfuckin heezy for sheezy
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Gimme a tech that don't jam (bang bang)
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I'm tryin to jucks some more grams and work this whole thing
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My minds poisoned, corrupted and diseased
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360 ki's
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Money make the world spin
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I make your chest smoke
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Have your mother singing hymms
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Particles of your brains up on your tims
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Kiss you before I twist you
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170 miles
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Headed for disaster faster
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I put it down right
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Bustin off these rounds like
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Real niggaz is kings
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You ain't rockin' that crown right
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Harder more PK watches
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Topless, bitches in cars
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Only meals could heal my scars
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[Chorus]
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Niggaz wanna rhyme like shine like me
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They supposed to
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Niggaz wanna bust their guns like me
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They supposed to
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Niggaz wanna grind like crime like me
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They supposed to
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Niggaz wanna mash like me, dash like me
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[Repeat]
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Allegations got me pacin'
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Grand jury wouldn't understand my fury
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For fast cars and jewelry
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I could give a fuck if there's a heaven for a G
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This is heaven for me
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Go to trial never plea
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Do a bullet and come home to the throne
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I don't rhyme, I just talk about this life that's mine
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I've seen niggaz die, in front of my eyes
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Doin' my filth
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Niggaz is expiring like milk
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Different strokes for different folks
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Just give me, different coke in different boats
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Black Aristotle Onassis
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All I see is crack addicts and automatics
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You rap niggaz is faggots
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Y'all cannot be serious
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I'm in coupes with gucci interiors
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Airin' out your areas
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Tech nines, two in the flex and shit
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Lookin' at myself like
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Yo, I'm the best in this
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[Chorus x2]
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Sometimes I really wonder
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What's it all about?
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How many bitches can I fuck until I get out
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How many ki's can I cut, guns can I bust
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Wigs can I push, spots can I juck
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Every single one, cuz I'm a fuckin' savage
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Til I'm cremated, most hated, self made
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Blood type G
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All these young hustlers wanna bubble like me
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They supposed to
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Sippin on syrup, until I perish
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Pickin' bitches off the run-way
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Look forward to, gun-play
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Go to sleep with one eye shut
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Wake up and do the same shit
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I ain't never gonna change bitch
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And that's the cycle
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I don't wanna be like Michael
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More like Darrell Porter
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Gettin' shipments at the border
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Yeah, it's a wrappity wrap
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[Chorus x4]
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Godfather
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| Shyne |
