chorus:
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my niggaz...
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wherever I go, they goin' go
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my niggaz...
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if a hater get wrong, we goin' beat that boy
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[Juicy J]:
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ski mask, black clothes is the work suit
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40 glocks, AKs is the work tools
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niggaz slick dissin' hating, really wanna be me
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cuz I'm the realest in the game, bitch come see me
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you niggaz kills me on the "powder get you hyper,"
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you drink that liquor then turn into the ultimate fighter
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i got some young niggaz that'll bend your fucking brains in
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some stupid dumb nigga wild'n out the frame man
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i'm at the club with my thugs doing a rain dance
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we throw up signs in the air, cuz it's gangland
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we in the V.I.P. vodka drankin'
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diamonds shining eyes blinding big ring-n
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[chorus]
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[Juicy J]:
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I bought a old school and put brains on the bitch
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? thangs on the bitch
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nigga I'm the man, I'm the same with the whips,
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your baby mama love me, she go ham on the dick
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you better play dead when I send out the hit
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you said you dope dealing, let's go half on a brick
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a large amount of beans and a pound of the mint
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a small trap house where I sell all the shit
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I know what it feel like broke in the slum
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Hustle til I die, I'm gonna grind til I'm done
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A real hood nigga i'm gonna shine like the sun
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A champ with the work, I'll sell you a crumb
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A hot flatscreen and a whole lot of guns
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A fie triple bitch for a whole lot of fun
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some fishscale coke you can test with your tongue
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niggaz always saying, "oh shit, it's the bomb."
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Still throwing sets up in the club, cracking dome-ahs
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Nigga I'm a vet to the shit we be known for
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rollin on some X my nig, I'm a stoner
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I keep a rusty Tech that'll keep you in a coma
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[chorus]
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My Niggaz
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| Juicy J |
