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featuring Buckshot and Kasino
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We don't fuck wit no devils
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Word up
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Word up yo
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Muthafuckers gettin' hurt up yo
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Straight murder yo
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Bushot da beady eyed MC
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In da back of me is the black ruby
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Listen to dis
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Don't get caught up in da mist nigga
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Watch this nigga
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[Buckshot]
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What da fuck yall niggas tryna say to me
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Step this way, B
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And get smacked blaintly
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Lately
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Mad niggas hate
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But I don't give a fuck
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Tatoos on my stomach
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Plus on my nuts
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You get two in ya gut
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Straight through da backbone
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Sen ya back home
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While you be in da crack home
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Wit da fake gat phone
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Lookin' you all alone
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Let me give you a tip
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Keep a firm grip
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On da heat
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You on't want white sheets
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Decorating da streets
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Shit ain't sweet
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Muthafucker suppose to eat
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So pass da plate
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Cause I'm gonna dump some food on yall niggas
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At a fast rate
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Fuck tryna wait
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I heard them all talk da talk
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But they never walk da walk
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Niggas hesitate now
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Yall niggas said I don't speak loud
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But how
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Buckshot voice move da crowd
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Split you like a white owl
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Plow right through yall
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In a day
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Niggas don't know what to say
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I'm a pay lil' niggas
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So they throw it my way
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But by the end of the day
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Bitches buy weight
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Only give those hoes boosted clothes
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Fuck pretty bitches
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I learned not to love those
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Buckshot da beady eyed
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I ain't aposed
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Nigga what
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My jewels got yall niggas froze
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Chorus
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Throw it up
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Nigga throw it up
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Buck da beady eyed
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Put two in ya gut
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Nigga throw it up
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Representing B-C-C
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Da beady eyed MC
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Nigga what
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What, what, what, what
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K-A-S
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What, what, what
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I-N-O
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What, what, what
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K-A-S
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[Kasino]
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You can't knock my hustle
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We can ball
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If it's contact sport
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I touch yall
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Think small when the contracts bought
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I crush yall
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Had to crawl before I walk
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Now I'm learning to bust now
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When da price of coke sky rise
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Your team shut down
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While da real players play
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Yall niggas just play around
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I figure know
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Which one of these cowards
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A spray aroud
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Do you really bust your gun
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Or like da way it sound
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You decide know
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Sweater I lay it down
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When da beef comes
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We squeeze metal
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Yall niggas play da ground
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I feel like I'm in da circus
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Fuckin' wit clowns
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Never take me serious
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Till I start strippin' them down
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Got his pants by his ankles
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Bet he's listening know
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No one ever fucks me
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Less I'm lifting a gown
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I need these funds
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Trust me yall gonna need these guns
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Life's a bitch
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And I'm a fuck somethin'
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See if she cums
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Kasino
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K-A-S-I-N-O
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Quietly
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You gonna say my name
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Try it right
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[Buckshot]
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Throw da bomb at yall
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Me I throw it back
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I'm off da meatrack
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When I'm writing exact
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And I smack all you silly niggas
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For really niggas
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On my last nerve
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Should of stop when I gave doop
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My word
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I heard
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Niggas don't pay me no mind
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I'm a shackle that your whole line
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Crush your body frame
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Get blasted out
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Perfect python to blow your chest out
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Nigga no doubt
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Kinda brolic is in me
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I'm just da walking manifestation
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Of what you wanna be
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Don't front on me
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Start da onslught
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Muthafucker what you thought
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My niggas do it for sport
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Blow up ya court
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Fuck a fort
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We fornafide
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Stay high wit da purify
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Blurry eyed
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Beady eyed
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Going through wit da mist of da wind
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Niggas can't fuck wit dis
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Whenever I begin
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Blow yall niggas up
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Be at da show
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Fo-four yall niggas up
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Chorus
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Throw It Up
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