Chorus:
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Here's a lil'story bout some niccas like we
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Never should have been let out the elemantary
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Dolla Boy and I would like to say
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that im the hardest nicca from around my way
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Here's a lil story bout some niccas like we
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never should have been let out the penatentury*
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Tity Boi and i would like to say
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that im the slickest hustla from around my way
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Verse 1: Tity Boi
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Ay yo. since i was a youth, i pumped weed out and i been had cash money fa real
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off
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Wit expectations and fare time faces
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when i was hangin' wit this kid named Jason wit an accent from Jamaica
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Our only concearn was diggits and comsumers cuz we had athis lil city down in
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Alabama Boomin' so we just do it
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did it like Nike
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And even wit this wifebeater on
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i still got somethin up my sleeve
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It sounds so hard talkin bout guns
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cuz i got a 3-5-7-9 and a Mac11
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Get drilled, tip toein by the minute
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when 6 wit the clip showin
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Nicca where ya click gone
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They spreadin out like bugshots
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aint nobody dyin still alive around here but caught
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Exscure me your honor, can ya holla at my nicca
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Chrous:
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Heres lil sotry bout some niccas like we never should have been let out the
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penatentury*.
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Tity Boi and i would like to say that im the slickest hustla from around my way
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Heres a lil story bout some niccas like we never should have been let out the
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elementary*
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Dolla Boy and I would like to say that im the hardest nicca from around
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my way
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Verse 2: Dolla Boy
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Well im the dolla boy got gam gallure*
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you may have a lot of game but i got much more
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and it all brew coo parked run and shoot
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or late night throwin rights, shootin
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dice wit tru and that diamond in the back
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sunroof top, im hangin out that bitch
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bout to shut down the block MMMMMMM
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AK music, bombass trap wit put the deadanator to it
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Niccas get rolled put the mask on and shoot
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street court nicca tell his fam that we sued 'em
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used to run the trap 1-5 on the ruler
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but now im droppin off like im down wit the Cubans
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Straight A grad in the Hard Knock Schoolin
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Intern work year round brick movin
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get to this money shit real in this music
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so get it how you want it lame nicca dont confuse me
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Chorus:
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Heres a lil story bout some niccas like we
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never should have been let out the elementary*
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Glans Circle and i like to say
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that we the hardest droppin from around our way
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Heres a lil story bout some niccas like we
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never should have been let out the penatentury*
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yeah, yeah. Southside bout to run this
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PC SHIT got Dolla Boy
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Glans Circle
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Verse 3: Dolla Boy
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niccas wanna know how Dolla does it
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Bangwell gram need all of my cuzins lame nicca?
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flexin bout the work when it wasnt?
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didnt think a nicca come to cop wit a oven
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got enough heat to cook the hams and the stuffin'
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take 22's knock the berries out ya muffin
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momma said her son was 6 short from a dozen
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message to my peers man get to this money
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Verse 4: Tity Boi?
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A hundred miles of runnin aint no stoppin us
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my communtiy service is pickin paper up
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if the drought end its glocks and mad men
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tracks and glass mixed wit a macs and mac10s?
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i play the playpens and
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stayed in the statepen
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dont think i aint bigger
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cuz my weight thinner
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on 22's is how i carry myself
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im like EWWW i might marry myself, YUP
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Chorus:
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Heres a lil story bout some niccas like we
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never should have been let out the elementary*
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? see em shawty SOUTHSIDE
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know what i mean southside
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Heres a lil story bout some niccas like we
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never should have let out the penatentury*
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got this shit... oh how we gon' do it shawty
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off da rip *talkin*
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howeva in any type of weather
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Play Pen to the State Pen
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| Disturbing Tha Peace |
