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(Juvenile)
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I makes the money, I don't let the money make me,
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Business as good as usual cuz it's a great street,
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My life is like a see-saw, I had some good times and had some bad times
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Nigga was down to his last dime,
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I slept in a pissy hallway til' my people came and got me,
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Now a nigga ballin' and none of y'all won't top it,
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Nigga you muthafuckin' right my 99 you could type,
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Nigga you muthafuckin' right I'm bout to paint it with stripes,
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Nigga you muthafuckin' right it's C-M-R for life,
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Nigga you muthafuckin' right I slit your throat with a knife,
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What'cha really needs to be doin' is peepin' out my background,
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Before I stop you from playin', with this blat-blat sound,
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Nigga what's happenin' with you, what's up with your boys?
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Tell them lil' muthafuckas to stop talkin' that noise,
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Hold tight, hold tight, I'm bout to rape you for your life,
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Hold tight, hold tight, or you won't make it through the night
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Chorus (Bombshell & Baby Capone):
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Hold tight, hold tight or you won't make it through the night,
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You bullshittin', you must don't value your life,
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Hold tight, hold tight, or you won't make it through the night,
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You bullshittin', you must don't value you life
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(Baby Capone)
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Only thought about it once, didn't think a second time,
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When a nigga came bustin' at me and runnin' with that nine,
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But then I realized, that I'm the tightest nigga that's on the street,
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And if I bust back and cause casualties then it'll be sweet,
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Been in this for four years,
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and a fifth year approachin', I'm bout to shine,
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And ain't no nigga up in this city that can tell me bout mine,
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See you blind bruh, talkin' about these diamonds I'm bout to get,
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But what I'm bouts to get,
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ain't got a DAMNED thing to do with this shit,
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See I live here, you live there, we all live fair,
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Talkin' about that Sharp clique, and Ca$h Money,
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you don't look but you stare,
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See you done bought you some fight,
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and you done made it most of the night,
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So the next thing, you gonna come around here and murder me tonight?
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Chorus
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(Bombshell)
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See me, I'm the type of nigga that's gonna get down for mine,
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I don't be sayin' too much, I light the spark and you dyin',
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I ain't lyin', these old bustas they be spyin' on me,
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They got they muthafuckin' mind on me, they tryin' to be,
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The one and only, muthafucka to stop,
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This here, what I'm doin', I ain't never had shit,
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So I ain't gone let you ruin,
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Bombshell on the rise,
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Look into my eyes,
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You'z a I know that you know what I'm talkin' bout,
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Nashville, New Orleans, niggas ridin' clean,
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And nigga ain't talkin' bout nothin' bitch what the fuck you mean?
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Baby Capone tell Brady get them tones,
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We bringin' it on,
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My nigga we in a War Zone,
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My gun is ready to bust,
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Ain't too many I'm ready to trust,
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Sharp clique, represent,
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On your head I leave a nick,
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Hold tight, 'fore you don't make it through the night,
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You bullshittin', you must don't value your life
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Chorus
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Hold Tight
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| Bombshell |
