[Big Moe]
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Son of a bitches got my name in they mouth
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I knock they woman down and leave my drawers at they house
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[Z-Ro]
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Better not run up on Big Moe, leave that boy alone
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[Big Moe]
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Stankin and swinging on niggas like I was Roy Jones
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Motorola, benjamin folder, slab holder
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Crushing these motherfuckers bout the size of a polar
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Bear, I swear, you better beware
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I'ma let it go leaving bout spots in your hair
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Life is hard but it's fare ain't nothing for free
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Get off my balls you niggas ain't taking nothing from me
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Cause I done mashed, for my cash
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And if I got to go now I get down and mash
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I'm still gangsta man, you better feel that, ain't nobody
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Wrecking the shop where nigga kill at get your wig peeled back
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M, my inventions, stay out of mine
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Have you limping, to a crawl you out of time
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[Chorus: Z-Ro]
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H-Town streets it be too hot, get your glock
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It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot
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D-Town streets shermed out soldiers on the block
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It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock
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Little Rock streets it be too hot, get your glock
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It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot
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Louisana streets shermed out soldiers on the block
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It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock
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[Z-Ro]
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I'm a Mo City soldier and I'ma be quick to give my pistol a cock
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When I be dumping on son of a bitches bout a regular lot
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Don't come around here with no plex, fuck around
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And pull out the jaws of life and snatch your dome smooth off your neck
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To my people when I call collect my fond money under my bed
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And I'ma jump on when I touch down and keep bringing it to they head
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Hell naw I ain't never been scared, a bit of thing inside myself
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Cause I might accidentally bust me out these guns on myself
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Being the king of the Killa Klan and Disco Dan and from the Tre
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May a slug hit you spit your fuck miss and your uh reefer done J
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Blue and gray or red and black ain't no set tripping cause we down
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Leaving a trail of bloody murders through your city and through your town
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Who would you run to, would you light up like a woman or pull a gun fool
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And on top of decision making we ain't having none of that riff-raff
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Fuck around and open you up just like a big slash
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[Chorus]
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Chi-Town streets it be too hot, get your glock
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It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot
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New York streets shermed out soldiers on the block
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It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock
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? streets it be too hot, get your glock
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It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot
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Florida streets, shermed out soldiers on the block
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It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock
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[Dirty &]
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We got bars and stripes, boy and sprites
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Polite on mics the type of cats that keep boys on pipe
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With they jaws on extra tight, and they extra hype
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Full of that shit to make us and they drawers ignite
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And we gone fatten the fire, fuel and flames
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Get them brains, leaving gangsta we off the chain
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Who run trains till they off the track, wolfpack
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Up in Playboy mansion I have all these bunnies back
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We got money stacks, homes and lacs
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Farms and gats for any ?tom dick hairy and jack?
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Who want to know where our hearts be at, come hear the
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Clickity clack, rock-a-bye baby baby, back back
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We can do it like this and we can do it like that
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Crack your hands high here's your skull cap to hoes
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Snap a photo for your folks and close your favorite pack of smokes
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Cheater, we ain't no joke it's cut throat style we won't stop
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[Chorus]
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Memphis streets it be too hot, get your glock
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It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot
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L.A. streets shermed out soldiers on the block
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It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock
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Detroit streets it be too hot, get your glock
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It don't stop, unless you want to cop a burial plot
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Dirty Third streets shermed out soldiers on the block
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It don't stop, and it be quick to give your pistol a cock
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We Won't Stop
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| Big Moe |
