Uh huh (We came to bust heads) x3
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This is the official (the official)...
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get yo ass knocked out music (get yo ass knocked the fuck out!)
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for bein a non-hood affliate nigga
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GIB...ACP
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Get it boys, hypnotize minds (what?)
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...hypnotize minds, you know how its goin' down
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We comin' dirrty...we comin' dirrty
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[Chorus}
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The club gettin' crowded, throw up yo set and shout it
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You talk but you ain't 'bout it
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Nigga huh, nigga huh
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We off that juice and Hen', I snuck that burna in
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We're set trippin'
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nigga what, nigga what
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[Verse 1: Chingy]
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I crept in the spot with a tom strap
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Haters that trip get blown back
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We off that hash and cogniac
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Head bussin' we on dat
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Wanna freak out better pull dat ho
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Take her to da bar and full dat ho
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Get her in da bathroom, get some head
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I'm a playa--yain't know?
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Cowards know me so they starin'
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Trippin' off the jewels I'm wearin'
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My nigga I pack stern
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Police in herr, we ain't carrin'
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Pussie don't pump in blood
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Real niggas always show me love
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Fake niggas keep yo caps and ??
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Real niggas got dem gats and slugs
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If you want, you can get it
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Put a couple, in yo fitted
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We ain't never scared trick
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Tell 'em GIB did it
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Dragged dat punk up out this place for putting his fingas in my face
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I almost caught a fuckin' case
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(You cool dirrty?) Yeah I'm straight
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Three 6 Mafia]
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Yeah...what!
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Now I ain't even worried bout you...haters
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Three 6 Mafia fakers
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You talk like commen...taters
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You fiction like Terminator
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My nation eliminata
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Under...estimater
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Stomp 'em to the pavement with some Air Force One gators (Bitch!)
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I pay 'em no mind, I show 'em my nine
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I slap 'em...a couple a times and any a mine
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I promise...he be aight he jus' needed some wakin' up
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And I guess he thought, ACP and GIB was bluffin' (Yeah!)
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You got some pimps off in dis buildin'
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Smokin' with yo children
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In da back of da club, with my thugs syrrup sippin'
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What's up with yo bitch, suckin' dick and she givin'
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Credit cards to G's with keys for dis pimpin'
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They see the D-Boys shinin' grindin' then they get this feelin'
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Don't hate on me or play with me
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These Mafia boys be killin'
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They call my Juicy J, I got dat SK that be drillin'
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You fuck with me you might get hit
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I'm known for dome peelin'
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Chingy]
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(Ride out niggas!)
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Dammit Memphis on da scene
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They sippin' syrrup and ridin' clean
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On da block we buy (some beans)??
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These stacks is bulgin' out my jeans
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You know these hoes be on my nuts
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Take in the rims on da truck
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Schemin' tryin' to take my bucks
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Yeah bitch I know whats up
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Ching-a-ling and Three 6
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You got bricks? We flip
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Don't come sideways tryin' to playa hustle, we hip
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Two clips one glock, leave ya flat from one shot
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Cats playin' the role of Makeveli, its only one Pac
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Come equipped or don't come
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Show up homie, don't run
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Best believe we won't run
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After da party get ya guns
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Ain't no parking lot pimpin'
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Only parking lot poppin'
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Man what will stand down ho????
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(brllrrllaaa!)
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You herrd dem Ks choppin'
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[Chorus]
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Club Gettin' Crowded
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Chingy |