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Yo if you wanna go to war, its alright
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Well if you ain't hardcore, its alright
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You wanna get it on nigga, its alright
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Its alright (its alright), It's alright (its alright) (x2)
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(JT Money)
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I got a problem with fuck niggas
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Always talkin' shit and try to duck niggas
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Sucker niggas won't finish what they started
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Be coppin' dueces cause them niggas soft-hearted
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They straight bitches
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Always puttin' on shows for these niggas and hoes
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Be wantin' to run your mouth but won't throw no blows
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Ain't got no scrap, better kill that rap
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Think life is a game, until that ass get tapped
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And when it do, what you do, you run like a bitch
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Or do you straight turn state on a nigga and snitch
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When you ain't got your boys, you ain't got no balls
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And you ain't gangsta with all them 911 calls
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Real niggas don't call police
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Real niggas handle theirs when they got beef
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Flawed niggas talk shit and know they can't back it
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Know they ain't real but always trying to act it
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I'm the original jacker, flawed boy attacker
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Taking your life ain't nothing but a factor
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Matter of fact, I'm a killer straight out the slums
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No time to dump, I got these pumps for you chumps
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And I ain't talking bout' the reeboks
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Getting three glocks and jumping out of treetops
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Making suckers flee spots, and leave knots
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Got guns, get funds, yeah I'm packing styles
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Suckers acting foul, get smoked like Black and Milds
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Nigga know a plan, laying down this thing
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Beyond all that rap shit, I only spit game
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You scared, say you scared, but just peep what I said
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I'm so wicked off the head, probably shoot out of dread
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Thats right, all you suckers better recognize
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Before I start recognizing, ain't gonna have you niggas sweatin' mine
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I'm in this thang for real, ain't nothing fake here
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Putting down in the zone with my nigga Shakespeare
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(Big Gipp)
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I wear my hat low, when I walk through a circle of folks I don't know
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It ain't to much chalk in these streets that can hold me back
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I make stacks and stacks, for the weeks and weeks I got slapped
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Freaks, I got the grill with the white gold
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Keep a pistol in my hand with the tight hold
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From the city where they drop blows
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Known to pin-hold down off them figure fours
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Shit shady, we all about to bust on sight, lighting up the night
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Putting hoes off in 74's and watching em' all blow
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It ain't shit funny, its the money man and Gipp
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Holding sawed-off pumps in your face chump
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Don't disrespect the city, streets, that I'm standing on
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Niggas from Miami and Atlanta holdin' heat
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It ain't nothing happy
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You see, it ain't all about that rapping
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(JT Money)
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Straight up and down, I'm a let you fuck nigga know
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You niggas don't want war, talking all that shit
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Cause you apted up on that motherfucking tough guy juice
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Get round' the motherfucking boys, listen to this goddamn rap music
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And niggas think its a motherfucking game
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Alright, play with it
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Jt Money, Big Gipp, let you niggas know
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Alright
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