[CHORUS]
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I don’t know what you been thinking
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Don’t know what you been drinking
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But you get out of line boy
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I’ll lay your ass down
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[50 CENT]
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I been up in LA with Dre and Snoop
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for so long
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I’m finna crip walk and put some mother
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fuckin khakis on
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Nah thats iight man
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I ain’t got nuttin to prove
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I’m rich but I still live like
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I got nuttin to lose
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Look man I don’t know
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what you been drinkin’
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I don’t know what you been thinkin’
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But you get out line and swoop hit you
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upside the head
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Media they right whatever they choose
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The cops stay on my ass so I stay
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on the news
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These other rap niggas couldn’t walk
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in my shoes
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Went through a bunch of bullshit
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while I was payin my dues
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They say my music make
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a gangster want to pop something
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Well tell them niggas
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they could pop this and stop frontin’
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You heard a nigga do you know
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how I get down
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Stay with my vest on and roll
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with a couple of tre pounds
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In case you
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mother fuckers want to jump bad now
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Start some bullshit
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and imma lay punk ass down
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[YOUNG BUCK]
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Hating niggas from long range
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for writing the wrong thangs
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My name Young Buck
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but I look like an old man
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Just cause I like ice don’t compare me
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to Lil Wayne
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I make rap niggas disappear like lil thangs
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See Buck been shot but not more than 50
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I don’t dance but I look like signing
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with Diddy
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I got plans, grenades, and the G-Unit
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with me
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No commands we spray, give a fuck
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who we hittin
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Bustin my hand I pay em about 160
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Hollow tips, four fifth with the rupper grips
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Crips and Bloods they show me love like
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I’m claiming the set
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These industry niggas know
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they better pay me my check
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I get a kick outta seeing
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these broke ass rappers
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Ten people showed up that’s
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why your show got cancelled
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50 whatever they did to kid is handled
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Niggas callin 4 these features
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but they get no answer
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Fuck yall niggaz!
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[LLOYD BANKS]
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Bitches know it’s a privilege
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If I stop to check her
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Niggas all I got is hot shit the kids call me
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Dr Pepper
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And I don’t mean the soda
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The sixteen top shot loada
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I’ll bend ya ass up like yoga
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You fuckin with a soulja
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Selling tickets for a first class trip
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to a hospital folda
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So please keep talking
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so we could spread your feet
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Have you on your boulevard C walking
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The birds keep hawking Why?
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Cause im hurtin every CD I’m walking
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from DC to Boston
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I laugh at a snotty chick bitch I don’t argue
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I’ll leave a print on your ass Imma karate kid
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The niggas that I be with got guns
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On the big body tip and if they pull out
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You guarding and shit
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You got me in a heavy gray picture
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Plus I light up trees like everyday
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is Christmas
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Lay You Down
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| G Unit |
