(feat. Mddl Fngz)
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[Intro]
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Hold up, middle fingers up
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Pussy-ass niggaz down nigga (muh'fuckers)
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H-Town, Texas stand up, Southwest (uh-huh)
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Sunny side, P.A. we up in here
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Bun, holla at these motherfuckers (you know'm talkin 'bout?)
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[Verse 1]
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Say, nigga you can't run, nigga you can't hide
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Know that we got guns, know that we gon' ride
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Blow out your insides, and leave ya to rot
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Cause when we give it to ya bitch we give you all that we got
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Now all it take is one shot to put yo' ass in a ditch
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But you gon' get the other forty-nine for bein a bitch
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Go to war with the big man when it makes no sense to
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Repercussions get extreme when we ride against you
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Ain't no movin ya baby mama {?} or your kids
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Everybody finna get it for the shit that you did
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So when I get to ya crib, better come out swingin
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Cause the devil ain't even ready for this hell I'm bringin
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We don't want no dope, we don't want no cash
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We don't want no excuses, we just want yo' ass
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So when that front do' crash, and you see them soldiers
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When that gun go flash, don't say that Bun ain't told ya, nigga
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[Chorus 2X: Bun B]
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If I pull it I'ma pop and be the first one to bust
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We ain't playin wit'chu hoes (retaliation is a must)
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First nigga make a move, first nigga hit the dust
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We ain't playin wit'chu hoes (retaliation is a must)
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[Verse 2]
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Yeah, now I stand on my two feet, one clip, two heats
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20-shot hollow heads, bitch give me the loose leaf
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Fuck beef, I got a K for niggaz
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In spots the laws won't find ya for days, my nigga
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Southside, young playa full of plots and scams
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Show ya how to get ya ovals up and lock the grams
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Boys know me in the hood, but not from rappin
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Back street trappin, front line, ya boy is a captain
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First nigga to shoot, I ain't tryin to talk
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Bring the heat to the hospital and finish you off
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No life is a tunnel, while I'm rollin with my gun up
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Don't get ya bitch gun butt, nigga what'chu want what
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It ain't shit to get yo' family touched
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Catch a T on the bus and pop a ass like a clutch, nigga
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I'm in the game cause I love the rush
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Love the bucks, this fans money never enough, nigga
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Uh, hol' up, uhh
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Forty-five in the Rover, the K is on my shoulder
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Pop yo' bitch-ass, then I go and smoke it over
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Niggaz gettin older, but thugs is comin younger
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So just in case you wonder I keep a F in the thunder
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Nigga you's a blunder, got rocked by the thunder
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Cryin to that Bun, but he the reason that we done ya
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Gave us the word, said we keep the birds
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Beefin is for nerds, I put ya brains on the curb
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[Verse 4]
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Fucka! Pull ya piece nigga, and watch you rest in it
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Come to this clip game, bitch I'm the best in it
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Your white flag ya wavin, now it's on, bitch please
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All your loved ones houses lookin like swiss cheese
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Tried to let ya ass make it, but ya ass act a fool
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Now the H.K., the A.K., and the A-R is the tools
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All ya homeboys gone and them hoes want less
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So tell ya mom and ya sister break out the black dress
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[Chorus]
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Retaliation Is A Must
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| Bun B |
