Look, Look, Look, Look [x2]
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[Duke:]
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You can catch me in the middle of Atlanta nigga (Look)
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In the cracks and the crevises of the ghetto nigga (look)
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Gone rep you is gonna catch you on a stretcher nigga (look)
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Gotta 9 like a 45 special nigga (look)
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Still chillin with my hoe heard a bitch holla (look)
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It's a nigga with a chrome double barrell so I (look)
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Coming at me wanna kill me I can tell how he (look)
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But I already had my thing cocked before I (look)
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said I had the same face of the nigga and i (look)
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like a nigga keep your throat to a fine hoe thing thats a reefa
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One slip then my 9 went bang Got rough on buddy wanna test my game
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Can't you see we some killas gorillas gonna bang
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Got some niggas still livin how i rocks they fade
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Got a whole click of killas ridin chevys on blaze
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And a trap to the moon, one heat one game
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[Chorus (x2) (Jody Breeze):]
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Boyz N Da Hood just stepped in (look)
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Black tees, black hats, with the black tims (look)
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We aint talkin to you niggas shit yee ( meaning you ) aint gotta (look)
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But I put it on them dubs your hoe gonna (look)
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[Jody Breeze:]
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Well what up ok, it's your boy Breeze again
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Breezin in with one of yall breeds again
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And i know Jesus seein me sin so why not blow dro, why not sip seagrams gin
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Reason bein since birth man things have seemed
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A little different, I'm still pimpin deep with in
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But now that I'm grown it's on so i'm a go on and spit it
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And if I wanted your hoe I could have her gone admit it
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I pull up in the chevy lookin real slick and vicious
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With a bottle of hennisey and a blunt of that sticky
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Hops out with the forces the same color the fitted
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Instead of callin me daddy these hoes callin me diddy
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I got a bundle of bitches with a lot of ass and titties
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Nigga young and old, freak nasty with it
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my Gold teeth gone shine, sho nuff
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And you can turn your head but your broad gone look
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[Chorus (x2)]
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[Big Gee:]
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Hoppin out of candy coated chevy bitch (look)
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Whole team ballin harder than a roucus trick (look)
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Sucka tryin to get live, got his gut split (look)
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Got some type of piece tucked in my briefs slick (look)
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Thats why we rollin deep with a barreta taker (look)
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A dime piece with me all you better do is (look)
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Get your head open wide like a pocket book (look)
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You know you shook you aint gotta hide your face bitch (look)
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Yeah its mister click clacker yeah i jack the jackers
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Cover more than greyhound every hustlin backwards
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Stay in the pocket gettin sticked but im breakin them tackles
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Disrespect shift you brain left to right like a tackle
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I've been gettin it for years and real niggas know that
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Back when Dominique, Brooklyn jersey rockin the throw back
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Take it from me, I'm a hunt your ass down like a lojack
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Catch your ass while you sleep, blow your ass like a dro sack
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[Chorus (x2)]
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[Young Jeezy:]
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Step up in the club with just a swing in my chain
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It's deez boyz snow man is the name
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Posted up poppin cris like you do them beers
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Got bread stacks I aint seen in a couple of years
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When i ball I see a gansta they dont look they stare
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Symbols in my ears 6 figures a pair
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And I'm straight from the hood that's where i come from
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Still spend a hundred grand a year on white air ones
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[Chorus (x2)]
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Look, Look, Look, Look [x2]
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Look
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