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(You betta get down here tha bitch is failin to testify)
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I'ma black hawk soldier
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Known for slangin bolders
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Quick to bring back
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Everything off a sack
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Keep they heads ringing
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And real niggas know tha banging
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Cause keys and p's is what I use to make my g's
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Dog hoochie bitches to tha point of no return
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And when I look back
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Ask them hoes who tha mack
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Toss tha cock up
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Quick to crook and rook and shake that block up
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Just one more lick and I'm finished with this shit
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Lace game heavy wanna be busy with this dope
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From the throat
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This shit they usually love is tha quotes
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But not to be quoted
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Underblown or ovafloated
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But a nigga be so damn devoted
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To hurt em' with this real shit
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(4x's)
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To hurt em' with this real shit
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Real shit
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All day I get tha drama
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Nigga fuck ya momma
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My infrared is protection for tha head
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So fuck tha senate
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Cause like bennet
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I aint in it
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And when I twist
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You keep them bitches out my mix
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I do my thang only for tha thugs and hoes
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Hairweaves, frenchbraids and phat ass fro's
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So eat yo greens nigga and yo black eyed peas
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Cause you know you cant fuck with these
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Bump to yo knees with some
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Real shit man
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Peep tha wing span
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From residential to presidential
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Off instrumentals
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My intentions be to hurt
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Desert and take turfs
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Rook em seize fo tongues
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Leavin they whole crew sprung
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Open and cop a plea
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But tha Rich can't bite
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Cause tha fever's runnin high tonight
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(Until song ends)
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I come to hurt em with this real shit
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Real Shit
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| Richie Rich |
