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[Krazy]
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Nigga this motherfuckin 504 shit deep
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The South done hooked up with the East baby
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The Colonel Master P, Terror, and I am Krazy
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I'm thugged out Feel it
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[Chorus]
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Wuz up playah ya' slick with that
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Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match
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Well check this out here wodie lay on the ground
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For I show your clown ass how these hot balls sound, they goin'
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Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh
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Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh
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Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh
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Click Click blouh blouh that's my style
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[Terror]
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Problem with Terror take it straight to gun
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So we can keep it coporate give up your block and run
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Too much paper here to try an' count by ones
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Whole head cross me, our hollow wall is young
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For you haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow
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If you see the new whip know to add nine o's
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Now I'm up to 2 bricks or 72 o's
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If you counting by the whips then it's 8 different flopes
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I'm heavy lover whether diamonds or broads
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Heavy lover whether cocaine or cars
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And what I hop in, its my option
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To shift your mass put chronic in your dash
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[Chorus]
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[Master P]
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Now if its on put the dope in the bag baby
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You come short I'm gon' bust yo' ass baby
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The neighborhood dope man fool yeah that's me
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I'm out that 5-0-4 to that C-P-3
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Give me an ounce and I'm gon flip it to a brick nigga
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You got my scratch--you snitch then you a bitch nigga
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Hit the pen you probably gon' be a missed nigga
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So here's some prop for your motherfuckin tiss nigga
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[Krazy]
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Imagine all the bricks in the projects was made of cocaine
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I'd be richest young nigga in this rap game
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All my money come in arm of trucks
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More cars more houses more hoes to fuck
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You wasn't worried when I was local nigga, I'm world wide
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You niggas can't take it, You petrified
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The let me loose out that I reveal, Thuggin wit P
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It's No Limit until I die yall can't fuck wit me
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[Chorus]
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D-Game
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| 504 Boyz |
