[Chorus: Sean Jay]
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This the hardest beat I ever heard
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That's my shit, that's my shit nigga, that's my shit
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You see them 24's on the curb
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That's my shit, that's my shit nigga, that's my shit
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You see them big blunts full of herb
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That's my shit, that's my shit nigga, that's my shit
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Everything I got I worked for
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That's my shit, that's my shit nigga, that's my shit
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[Verse 1: Sean Jay]
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Sean Jay the type to break a hoe, young chasin major dough
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Cut the check with DTP now chickens try and play me close
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Ballin in the mall with Chaka, shoppin for the latest clothes
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Turn your lady to a bopper, watch how I take your hoe
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Niggaz see I get that money, now they wanna wait to blow
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Underground grindin, perfect timing in a crazy flow
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Put Georgia on your mind and now I'm ridin on the radio
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Your ass ain't no DJ, my advise stop playin me fore
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[Verse 2: Smoke]
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I'm ridin in my drop cut, these 24 inch not scrubbin
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In my plastic sack, I got more purple than baby bops buddy
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So materialistic, we're chopping early today
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What rolls around my throat, arm wristed in a bouqet
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15's in the back blasting, Peep the candy as I pass em
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Watch the chamillion paint flop like Chingy's last album
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Cocoa Chanelle frames on woodgrain
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Old grain blown thangs on my hip but that's the clips
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Playaz Circle 1]
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I'm married to the streets and this beef shit's apart of it
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Jumped out with heat, niggaz didn't want no parts of it
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Pull up in the club, looking like they wanna start something
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Fuckin all these niggaz hoes, that ain't ever dawned on me
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Tired of the fussin, bitches blushin, bumrushin
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The car treat me like a star but I ain't done nuttin
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Summer almost over with but I ain't done frontin
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They hate we gettin money, we gon make these niggaz love it
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[Playaz Circle 2]
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Pay my dues, takin crews, just me and my haitian dudes
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Makin loot, even made the news in my gator shoes
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Three fifty seven glock, nine, a tech twenty two
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Everything I ride in on at least twenty twos
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It's hustler music is what you hear in them drug zones
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They play it in their chevy loud plus it's a club song
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That seven fourty five, that's my whip
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The biggest house in the neighborhood, that's my shit
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 4: Perfect Harmony]
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I get high like cooling, ruling with the toolin
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On a 22, still got that uzi in that hoopty
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Niggaz all flashy, showing off their jewelry
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Til I shoot it through their heart like cupid
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Give it to 'em raw like sushi when I'm back on the groupies
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Young nigga with a gun nigga, Norfclk where I'm from nigga
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Shut up and roll that blunt nigga and I don't even stunt nigga
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Quiet cause I hit them lips, roll up on a nigga with a clip now that's my shit
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[Verse 5: Ludacris]
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I may be rich but never satisfied, making hoes camera shy
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Comin down topping blades, call me The Last Samurai
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I'll cut cha, gun butt cha, Knuck ya then buck ya
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It calls for Hammer Time if you think we can't touch ya
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Cause we too legit to quit, nigga run up on your click nigga
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Not action heroes but we all making six figures
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So put your choice to it, women get moist to it
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A songs worth a million once I lend my fucking voice to it
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[Chorus]
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That's My Shit
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| Disturbing Tha Peace |
