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Verse one
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I'm livin' in hell where all these niggaz
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got stories to tell I be blasin't on these bitch niggaz
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servin' well and the company I keep be the scum of the earth
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body tated hair matted sellin' Key's if you fuck wit these
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law breakin' niggaz scream fuck the police
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we gonna ball fo the lil nigga shit
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what the fuck you figure?
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Timbaland boots forty fives wit nicket plates
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findin' niggaz dead, bring'em home and I can't wait
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if niggaz is real, then they ain't scared to split 'em
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all that job-ownin' shit, fuck you,I ain't wit'em
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Cuz, when I say jump, niggaz say
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How high? or I stabb you in ya fuckin' eye
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now let's get busy nigga
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Chorus
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Yall niggaz, wanna ride tonight?
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how many niggaz, in the house feel live tonight?
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we get Money Over Bitches, cuz we ain't scared to die
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live and die by the code, theres on reason why (2x)
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Verse two [Fatal]
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Keep it comin', these niggaz get done in
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on any run in, I smrik and jerk, on any trigga
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puttin' in work, then past it off, to my little man
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like he blast it off, beyond that, ?
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criminile, genarile, wit ruff forty five cap
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endin' ya whole stat, I'm the master of this fuckin'(fuck yall)shit
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so I'm a be buckin' shit, ya don't know who you fuckin' wit
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yall spaced out duckin' quick, the number one parolly
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slap shots like a goalie, the forty glock like steel totin'
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up shorty rocks, gettin' money wit the forty cop
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Chorus (2x)
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Verse three
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Some niggaz, kinda of coke
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scared to bust, and I be lookin' through ya ass like you
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Plexey glass, so I send my pretty bitch
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swingin' tits and ass, preal hander on her burner so she
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blastin' fast, alot of niggaz know my rep,
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but it don't mean shit, til you witness to yourself
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how live it get, and I never let no rhymin' ass bitch
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share a mic wit me, until I see her versatility
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you get the fuckin' picture, I swear by everythin' spit in my rhymes
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it's only hollow points I spit out my nine
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drillin' niggaz on the block, when I'm passin' through
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I bust six, in the air nigga, just for you
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and if I ever get caught sleepin', which I ever doubt would happen
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I'd be the last nigga rappin', I'll keep my fuckin' guns clappin'
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Whatever though, fake ass niggas will never know
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smellin' they own shit, when I rip the Berrta slow
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the nine milly, the fake thuggs niggaz thats gettin' silly
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blowin'em and showin'em, cuz my dogs don't know'em
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I don't give a fuck, how small big and tall
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come get me, and I talk on how square yall are
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attack adicts, spray mattics, wit liquid
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and the toughest on ya squad, can't ride wit bizniss
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I don't know what these niggaz, be thinkin' when they see me
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niggaz call me whodni, blast and poof like a genie
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I stack whack rappers, and stick'em like cornerbacks
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yall niggaz is jumpin' jackz, and bluffin' on wax
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thinkin' you can clown me, me and my little town we
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we lost niggaz, fo life, out here they can't drown me
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I'll be buried alive, the mic will dig me back up
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to tall for lust, I bend these bitches when I fuck
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Chorus (2x)
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Muthafuckin' M.O.B you ain't seen shit yet, what
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M.O.B.
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| Fatal Hussein |
