[Chorus:]
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Ain't nuttin' poppin' the tag, we keep the mags, cause they mad
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And going on our way to bad
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I'm winnin' they ain't glad, boy ready shot for shot, stab for stab
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Cause going on our way to bad
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Bad enough we got the coppers on our tail
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Niggas hatin' at a all time high, the blood spill
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Made man one and only, better you know me...
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[Verse 1:]
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Uh...
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Two bitches ride me while the time fly by
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Niggas love the media they got their mind, not I
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I'm high, just happy to be alive, high five
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'Bout 50 grand on my hand and the Lamb pop eyes
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Animal engine revvin', knockin' predicate felon
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I'm excellin', I can show 'um better than I can tell 'um
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Double L'in, OG loud that's why you smellin'
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Inhalin and exhalin' till they swellin' then these niggas tellin'
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Uh, champagne in the speedin' lane
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I got the strongest dope out, all I need is a vein
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Niggas come in the game fresh, and they leave with a chain
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You rapin' shit, gangbangin', I'm leadin' the train
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A lot of niggaz mad at me, insecurity actually
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Emotion ragin' rapidly, torture majesty
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Music address me, got strippers shakin' they ass for free
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Shit slow we have to beef, as I paint my masterpiece
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[Chorus:]
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Ain't nuttin' poppin' the tag, we keep the mags, cause they mad
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And going on our way to bad
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I'm winnin' they ain't glad, boy ready shot for shot, stab for stab
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Cause going on our way to bad
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Mad enough we got the coppers on our tail
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Niggas hatin' at a all time high, the blood spill
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Made man one and only, better you know me...
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[Verse 2:]
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Lil' niggas gettin' fresh with the mouth, but I'm the cleanest
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No doubts or body guards it's me and Jesus
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Twin nina's for my demons you can go to hell
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I got a Bentley, Benz and Beemer, I can show and tell
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Dimepiece, gold chanel
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In Amsterdam they get my high tweaked, throw the cell, gwop, do you know the smell
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Money change verdicts, don't matter who's murdered
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I'm the new breed, them fools had it and burnt it
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Perfect, unfaded, I'm walkin' the Earth with
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A swagger that's retarded and guarded in every verse, sick
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Big pound of purp' shit, don't come on the turf with
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Disrespectful looks, you'll get your necklace took...
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[Chorus:]
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Ain't nuttin' poppin' the tag, we keep the mags, cause they mad
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And going on our way to bad
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I'm winnin' they ain't glad, boy ready shot for shot, stab for stab
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Cause going on our way to bad
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Mad enough we got the coppers on our tail
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Niggas hatin' at a all time high, the blood spill
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Made man one and only, better you know me...
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Better You Know Me
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| Lloyd Banks |
