[kids oveation]
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[Verse 1:]
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Uh! - If you a G, this for you! (for you...)
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Possessive mind, if I see it I pursue. (uh!)
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Take a look at where I come from - you'll see what I been thru (thru!)
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Snake niggas get be-headed, guillotine 'em out the crew. [kids ovation]
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Funny thing is without you - I wouldn't have a clue!
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On what to do when ran into - a lady such as yourself (yeah!)
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Not lady as in a gender - but lady as in character
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My lady heart bigger. (bitch!) - I love my Glock, married her! (whoo!)
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Carried her thru my daily, they mad - they can't get near me [police sirens]
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Think I won't - hit ya, dare me, you'll be smoked, CLICK, ya hear me? (hear me?)
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But not really! - Shout to all the haters (yeah!)
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Cause that's all they really want - attention from money makers! [gunshot]
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With' mansions and friendly neighbors (uh!) - and VVS lasers (uh!)
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Pool parties, bitches in bikinis doin' favors.
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Had negative niggas raised us. - And gave us the game
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Planned everything carefully. - Prepared to be the mane. (mane!)
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[Chorus: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
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The hatin' don't get me! - Them switch-siders won't switch me (naah!)
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They wishy! - And disloyal - broke and shifty!
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If we really want you gone, then you'll be gone - don't wrong!
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Sad song, they been frontin' mad long. - Blast on 'em! [gunshot]
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Laugh at em'! Gas face 'em, chase 'em [gunshot] to the train station!
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Cause you know he don't push shit! (push shit!) - Neck full of bullshit (bullshit!) [shot]
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I'm ridin' with' a full clip! Same clique, SouthSide.
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No bright colors, all black when we outside. {Whooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
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[Verse 2:]
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Dressed up and Vest'd up. - Hennessy in my stress cup (strees cup!)
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Princess cut from the neck up, hand on my right and my left nut. (whoo!)
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ESV'in cause Cadillac make the best truck
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I fill 'em up with females, beggin' me to be sex'd up. [scream]
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Heaven is where we end up, cause it's been hot as shit here (shit here!)
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It's gotta be hell! - How many died this year? (huh?)
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Heavy fly wrist-wear; am I the guy? Shit, yeah! (shit, yeah!)
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You deserve to sit, you give homicide tip, queer. [gunshot]
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I like my bitch rare! (naaah!) - Not all in the street!
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That'll getcha peter rolled - meter blown all in ya seat. (in ya seat!)
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We don't care if no one eat! - We don't trust them! (them!)
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And they don't trust us; no one speak! - Grimey, 'til I go to sleep! (yeah!) [blast]
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Chrome hearted Rover feet. - Nigga picture me trick!
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You KNOW I'm cheap! (KNOW I'm cheap!) - I getcha seasick, the flow is deep. (deep!)
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You getcha knees hit, ya fingers broke you STILL
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Treatin' this shit just like the street - dope for sale! (eeee-eeeeehhh!)
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[Chorus:]
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The hatin' don't get me! - Them switch-siders won't switch me (naah!)
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They wishy! - And disloyal - broke and shifty!
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If we really want you gone, then you'll be gone - don't wrong!
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Sad song, they been frontin' mad long. - Blast on 'em!
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Laugh at em'! Gas face 'em, chase 'em to the train station!
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Cause you know he don't push shit! (push shit!) - Neck full of bullshit (bullshit!)
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I'm ridin' with' a full clip! Same clique, SouthSide.
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No bright colors, all black when we outside. [gunshot]
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[Outro:]
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SHADYVILLE-dot-BIZ! [kids oveation]
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CAN'T FORGET... LIGHT THE BARBER! [beat fades out] [police sirens] [kids oveation]
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Without You
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| Lloyd Banks |
