[Chorus: Pimp C]
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Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel
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fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel
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if you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war
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I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car
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[Verse 1: Lil Scrappy]
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Yea, I was born military
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thuggin nigga ever since
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mama taught a young nigga to gon' and get that presidence
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ballin on ya presidence but im still thuggin tho
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got dem crack fans standin around like a rock show
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just bought a dime now they screaming out fa 5-0
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dime piece collection in the Tec I got the air hole
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what you looking at me for
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cuz im on that drank hoe
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and im gone off some that mission impossible
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im flexible, I still can move through traffic
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if I get into it with one of ya bastards im'a let you have it
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go reach fo' one of my gadgets take the pen out of the cannon
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you'll be dead in a casket mama thinkin was that for strappin
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[Chorus: x2]
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Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel
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fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel
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if you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war
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I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car
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[Verse 2: Diamond]
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Look, any motherfucka step up get wet up guaranteed to feel the heat
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well im packin lotta stackin attacking smackin crack in da cap in yo team in deep
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always bustin up clips you bleed keep a nigga down on his knees
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when you mess wit little Diamond so shinin' and blindin' grindin' fryin' hoes cowardly
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all you bitches bout dancing' me, aint none of yall my homie
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we bringin' the Tony Montana's and hammers and banners that's hard to beat
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I got that shit you need just like the air you breathe
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my lyrical spirits are critical miracle burn like gasoline
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im slick as vaseline put a look in the must homie
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im the realist appealist that's trillest that's illest that's on the scene
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yea hoe im running thangs, cuz now im in the game
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ball that hoop and switch and shooting like le'bron james
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[Chorus: x2]
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Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel
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fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel
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if you wanna go to war I'll take ya to war
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I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car
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[Verse 3: Pimp C]
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Ughh, I pimp tight like MJG
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body body like Master P
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Showing out in the parking lot
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BKA Young Pimp C, AKA Sweet Jones
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change my name to Tony Snow Love a crow
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came off whippin' snow in a Pyrex bowl
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my car dangerous hit it with the sprite
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hittin' 10 in a Benz truck full of work, nothing' but white
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gettin' hot on the street lights Rolls Royce not the motor bikes
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Not a lover just a Mac dump the sack I drip the lac' I
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if you know like I know bitch you wouldn't be sayin' that
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monkey talk get people killed, I spend ya kool-aid pack
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if you if you not willing to see me best not say my name
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we aint got no time to be guessing and playing no pussy games
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[Chorus: x2]
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Poppin' pills workin' wood wheel
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fuck where ya from and fuck how ya feel
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if you wanna go to war i'll take ya to war
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I gotta ak47 and a chick in the car
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Go To War
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| Crime Mob |
