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Dis rain 'sposed to drop, when I first hit the block
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Niggaz wasn't really feelin me then {"Do it!"}
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I had a little drama, I was bout that there
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That's how a nigga kept his name in the wind {"Do it!"}
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I'm from the projects, as in the 3rd Ward
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As up in uptown, ah-what you heard of, it goes
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{"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes
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{"Hey, hey, hey!"} Put your trigger fingers up I'm from around the way, it goes
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[Juvenile]
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I got ghosts on my team unseen
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And they only be ridin with me 'til we do one thing
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The watch, the bling bling, fuck what you heard
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I ain't even gotta tell 'em nothin to give 'em the word
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Put bosses on injured reserve, fuck losses
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Put your sister brother mammy and your pa on the curb
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I can make an ounce out of a quarter of a bird
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Introduce you to the killers, all my dogs in the 3rd
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Know that, this ain't the spot to sco' at
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Cause you don't know if nigga really got a package or he's scopin to jack
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If they get'cha won't nobody rat
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These families been here for years with kids and they not about to demolish that
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We got boy in a lot of crack
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Clearin our tracks cause fiends could be givin 'em a whole lot of facts
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My lil' spot where it was poppin at
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Standin in the court all day thinkin of ways to get out of that
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[Chorus]
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[Juvenile]
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Storm with me, waitin on Mignon and Iggy
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And this one gon' be out'chea in a minute ya hear me?
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Hoe listen, watch them niggaz, let me do me
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They gon' spin the bend right now, they know we on duty
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I got my lil' cutey, I took her from hard times
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Go 'head hand me the strap when these niggaz get out of line
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I ain't tryin to size the beef up or measure it
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But I'm know in your place's where you motherfuckers better get
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We ain't gotta go back and forth people to settle this
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X Juvey out, just handle business for Terius
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I'm Conan wild wod', I'm glow{?}anchardo{?}
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Run up like a stupid and get thrown in the pile hoe
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You don't see me with no bodyguards, probably in exotic cars
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Gettin the 411 from a lot of broads
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You can get this money with me you ain't gotta starve
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You my people with this business so I got a job
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[Chorus]
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[Juvenile]
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Yeah I'm focusin on learnin from all your mistakes now
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Was a face in the crowd, I'm a baller with grace now
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I miss illegal shit but I don't fuck with the cops
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Cause I'm always smokin some killer when I cut through the blocks and stop
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'Fore I ignore it, my name be in all type of shit
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Trippin over my car, and I don't even like the bitch
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Niggaz get that false courage and buck
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But you ain't doin shit unless the murder rate raise up
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Lil' wonder, youth symbol stand for two K's up
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It ain't your motherfuckin business about who pays us
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Projects know you got some change on ya, it' sa shame on ya
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I'm fresh out of the shootin range with my aim on ya
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I heard 'em say they catchin feelings now cause I'm boss
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Well put your drawers in your booty bitch and break to the North
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What nigga I ain't feelin nothin, and I ain't fearin none
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This is the Magnolia and see where this guerilla from [echoes]
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Around The Way
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| Juvenile |
