[Hook]
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Now, now, I live and die, for all my niggas,
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We gonna ball like there¡¯s no tomorrow
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Until they get it, this is us, against the world
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I love my niggas, we the mob,
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When my homies call, this how I greet them
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I say, I say, I say
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What up son?
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I say, I say, I say
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What up son?
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I say, I say, I say
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What up son?
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I put my niggas over these bitches
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Put these bitches back in they place
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Put that Aston Martin in drive
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Put that 45 on my waist
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Put that audemar on my wrist
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Put them rubber bands on my cake
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Put my broke back on the mac
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And put these lames deep in the lake
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I put them diamonds all on my neck
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Put them bullets all in my tec
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Put that game up over her ears
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And put my dick between her breasts
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Put them bottles up in the air
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Put my homies all in my prayers
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Put this in your brain
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We¡¯re the mafia, mafia
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We¡¯re here, we¡¯re here, we¡¯re here
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[Hook]
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Now, now, I live and die, for all my niggas,
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We gonna ball like there¡¯s no tomorrow
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Until they get it, this is us, against the world
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I love my niggas, we the mob,
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When my homies call, this how I greet them
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I say, I say, I say
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What up son?
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I say, I say, I say
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What up son?
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I say, I say, I say
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What up son?
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See my money all in them bundles
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Got bricks all in them duffles
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Bitch niggas do what they can
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Real niggas do what they want to
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Nah, nah, y¡¯all done heard of my name
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Not associated with lames
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Hustle hard mouse nigga air them out
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That nigga don¡¯t play no games
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Nah, nah, nah I, I live and die
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Know how I get it, shit I spit it
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Like it¡¯s homicide
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It¡¯s in my spirit, got a feeling
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Know that I'ma ride
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It¡¯s for my niggas, for my niggas
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Know that I¡¯ma die, I¡¯d fucking die
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[Hook]
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Now, now, I live and die, for all my niggas,
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We gonna ball like there¡¯s no tomorrow
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Until they get it, this is us, against the world
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I love my niggas, we the mob,
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When my homies call, this how I greet them
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I say, I say, I say
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What up son?
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I say, I say, I say
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What up son?
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I say, I say, I say
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What up son?
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What up son, I¡¯m buryin in it
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You can¡¯t shake me bitch, I¡¯m steady in it
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My ball game wasn¡¯t above the rest
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So I had to go and get birdie in it
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All I know is 36, break it down, white dirty bitches
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My whip clean but I¡¯m dirty in it
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Got black strapper got 30 in it
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Extend all to pretend hoe
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You ain¡¯t bout this life
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If you are death pro then I¡¯ma sin for
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Diving up in your red eyes
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The mob handle they bizz
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You niggas know what it is
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Take a village to raise them kids
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But take one hour to raise my sis
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Now look around, it¡¯s luck nigga
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And I don¡¯t give a fuck nigga
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The mafia, we tough niggas
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And y¡¯all niggas is dumb niggas
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Straight dick in the butt niggas
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Did a dime I cut niggas
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He be with them, so what nigga
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So what nigga, so what
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I control this and make whoever hold this
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You can ask my hood I was never no bitch
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Little nigga lightweight, heavy fork lift
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You the nigga don¡¯t live life like this,
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Not like this, not like this, not like this
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It¡¯s the mafia, bitch
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[Hook]
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Now, now, I live and die, for all my niggas,
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We gonna ball like there¡¯s no tomorrow
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Until they get it, this is us, against the world
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I love my niggas, we the mob,
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When my homies call, this how I greet them
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I say, I say, I say
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What up son?
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I say, I say, I say
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What up son?
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I say, I say, I say
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What up son?
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Waddupson (What Up Son)
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