[Choppa]
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While you walking I'm running, while you shooting I'm chopping
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Got me confused with them dudes, but who is you to be knocking
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Now I be marching like a soldier, and my army right behind me
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On that Westbank is where a nigga, might find me
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Fucking with me boy, you gon get your ish-a
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I represent from the heights, all the way to the pitcher
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And I'm all about a dolla dolla, nobody hotta hotta
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I can pull a Prada model, t-shirt holla wobble wobble
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We in the club pop a bottle, at the bar
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Tell your girl stop tripping, she could holla at a star
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Hypnotic in the car, is all I need to get mean
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We could mix it with henny, and we turning it green
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Like one say, left to the right right, to the left left, to the right
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Let me see you bounce with me, East to the West
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North to the South, back to the house, come blow a ounce with me
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[Hook - 2x]
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All my soldiers with me (yeah)
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All my whodis with me (yeah)
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If you hustle hard for a nigga praying (yeah)
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My soldieretts with me (yeah)
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My independent women (yeah)
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Them hoes hatin' cause you looking good (hell yeah)
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[Choppa]
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Everybody throw your dranks up, soldiers throw your tanks up
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Hit the flo', wild out, everybody drink something
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Its your set, throw it up, show me where the fuck you from
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What you drinking mix it with this, hit this weed and have some fun
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Girls got they butts up, y'all know what's up
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We drinking this straight out the bottle, whodi put them cups up
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I'm from the home of the Queen, that they call Anna
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I come to represent New Orleans, Louisiana
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[Master P]
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The New No Limit guerillas, we gon ride to get scrilla
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I'm a soldier till I die, and real niggas gon feel us
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I put that heat on your ass, nigga play and get bagged
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Uptown, thugged out, t-shirts and du-rags
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On the block where you find me, my niggas right behind me
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Third Ward Calliope projects, we on the grind G
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My bottle slang chrome, nigga tats on arms
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We gon wild out till, C-Murder come home
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[Hook]
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[Curren$y]
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Pull up in a big truck, on a set of twenty three's
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Twenty G's cash, in the pocket to my P. Miller jeans
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Playa hatas mad, they wish they could rid of me
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I'm always on the radio, I'm always on the t.v. screens
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Now am I bout it huh, whodi I'm bout it bout it
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Hop out the limo, watch the women form a crowd around it
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I keep the burner with me, never on the streets without it
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I put you in the papers, let your family read about it
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I'm going hard in the streets, and I own my own crib
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You'll never see a landlord, round me
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T-R-U nigga, you could ask my dog C
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And my money hell-a-long, cause I just got a check from P
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Huh bitches to Hot Spitter, you fuck around if you want
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And watch how quick a nigga, send you to the hospital
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Stick this baretta to your braids, me and my soldiers
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Sticking together like Franky Beverly and me
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[Hook - 2x]
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Bonus Track #1
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| Choppa |
