Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
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You pussy niggas finna make me kill one a y´all
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[Hook]
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Ain´t a damn thang change
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I still keep that thang right up under my shirt
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Betta tell ´em I ain´t playin´
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because it´s all fun and games until somebody get hurt
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Ain´t a damn thang change
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I still keep thang right up under my shirt
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Run up on him where he hangin´, BANG!
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cause it´s all fun and games until somebody get hurt
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Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt
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boy you betta catch me first
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Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt
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boy you betta catch me first
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Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt
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boy you betta catch me first
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Boy you finna get hurt, murked, put him in the dirt
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boy you betta catch me first
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[T.I.]
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Alota pussy niggas talk like broads love runnin´ they mouth
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But then turn and run in they house
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Put the gun in they mouth, tell a nigga talk shit now
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You think you think you know the go POW
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I ain´t scared of the law
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naw I´m about to go to war what it is nigga win lose or draw
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I´ll never get caught murkin´ y´all cuz it ain´t what you do
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It´s what cha near and who saw
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Shawty I´m way too raw
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Catch me any day you want you could think I´m a play if you want
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But the fact still remain if I got a AK and you don´t
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Well then playa you gone
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Don´t get me wrong there´s some niggas wanna kill me too (Well where they at?)
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But they ain´t sayin´ bout shit because they very well know where I´m at
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They could catch me in the booth right if it really like that
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Naw nigga that they hoe get him in the whole shit, the 44 spit they holla oh shit
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Protectin´ her and you both hit
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You betta check ya girl or you be so sick
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If the choppa leave you with no dick
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Or a plastic bag holdin´ yo´ shit
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Leave 6 in you, a couple more in ya bitch
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And I don´t miss ´cause I´m focused nigga
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[Hook]
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[Alfa Mega]
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I got you tip
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I´m finna ride homie
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Fuck niggas might talk loud act real, but they don´t really want this here
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Pussy niggas betta act right, lay low we know where ya family live
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Trust me you don´t want me up in ya crib with a ski mask on duck tapin ya kids
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You can pray all you want but I don´t forgive
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Ya shoulda been doin´ that before ya did whatcha did
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I ain´t gotta spell it out pimp you know what it is
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I´ll rest you case to ya real man you know what it is
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Plus I got a hundred goons with me, dressed in black
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Fifty at the front door, 50 at the back
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Half got K´s, half got Macks
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Bring ´em out, bring em out, show me where he at
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We can do him right here, we could catch him in trap
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Run up on his ´lac put a hole in his hat
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With his brain on the dash, and his thoughts in his lap
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and dump 50 more on him and tell him to hold that
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Lights out, no hasta manana, hasta la vista, senora
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Y tu no tomorrow, no remorse and no sorrow
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And the next one a y´all niggas try me like that
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I swear to God man I´m really gon´ snap
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[Hook]
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Right now I´ma give you somethin´ that a make a nigga beg please
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When a bullet in his mind I could feel a little breeze
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Drop to ya knees, see the big barrel of the chrome
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fifth triple grip handle in the squeeze
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I keep a couple of those for the niggaz who talk shit
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when I go to Jacob and cop that ring
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If you try to see me I´ma cock that thang
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And I´ma lock that thang, and the shots gon´ stain (really?)
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The nigga ride inside the truck with me (and) for the most part the nigga
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stuck with me And tell you somethin´ if you really were smart and you knew
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better people probably tell ya don´t fuck with me
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Front if want motherfucka you can catch it
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Smile on my face even though I got a ratchet
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Pop off (police) pull me over believe I got a compartment if I gotta stash it
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Must I just remind y´all niggaz when I come through
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Know that I´
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Hurt (Feat. Alfa Mega & Busta Rhymes)
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| T.I. |
