[Intro:]
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It's that Coke nigga...
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That raw and uncut cut nigga...
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Yeah...
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It's a Two G Thing...
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Southside in the houseee...
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Grimey nigga on deck, more sex, more money, more sket
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We on it nigga, what I'm gon' buy next, more lane cars
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White diamonds on my neck, take it you want it nigga...
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[Chorus:]
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Keep playin' 'round with the team I bet what goes around come and get ya
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You won't live to play another nigga
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Stupid, my heart don't pump a soft drop
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Nigga run up on me wrong a nigga gon' get popped
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Yeah, we throwin' money in the air
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For niggaz that ain't here, more power more fear
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Yeah, we fully loaded everywhere
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No pressure, no worries, no cares...
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[Verse 1:]
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Pink champagne and blood spill as I count my next mill
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Frauds ballin' out with counterfeits I counter that with real
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D-O-Double L-A-R, S Class chrome wheel
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Why you liffin' up your heel, fancy tire, smoke peel
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Half of what you hear is real the other half just how they feel
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How the fuck a nigga know the street and hardly play the field
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They sorry baby I don't need a army just the steel
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Teal Lambo peel, sweep your barbie off her tail
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I'm shinin' in near a town near you, y'nah how I do
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In a Fourteen hundred dollar shoe, powder blue
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I am great, how are you
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G Unit Guerilla flow straight outta the zoo ain't no way outta the crew
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It's darker on the other side and death around the corner
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Ain't a single soul exempt, keep my vest on with my sonar
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Louie V bajama, burn all kinds of marijuana
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Life's a big bitch your honor can I deal with my own karma
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[Chorus:]
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Keep playin' 'round with the team I bet what goes around come and get ya
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You won't live to play another nigga
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Stupid, my heart don't pump a soft drop
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Nigga run up on me wrong a nigga gon' get popped
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Yeah, we throwin' money in the air
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For them niggaz that ain't here, more power more fear
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Yeah, we fully loaded everywhere
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No pressure, no worries, no cares...
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[Verse 2:]
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Life is what you make it, make your money quiet, I don't diet
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I just eat, get head and fall asleep
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Different path same street
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Pillows and buried niggaz, niggaz pop kiss then speak, bitches line 'em up sweet
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Chickens call me cool, my niggaz call me collect
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I call it how I see it The Notorious Threat
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Nigga I'm lappin', niggaz joggin', while you bloggin'
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Two million dollar home and you been late on your apartment, your rent I'm sparkin'
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Moe' pissin', dirty nigga, call me "Mr. Make The Numbers Match"
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Ain't nothin' wrong with my arithma
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Tick my shit don't tock them temper tantrums get you trampled
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They won't do me in the barbershop, my barber got the blam too
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Sticky weed and grand crew, tipsy in the tan coupe
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You can't wear that man shoe let's put 'em back on canned food
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Nuttin' I can't do, ain't much I haven't seen
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Who want his land blew, the fuck is you nigga
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[Chorus:]
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Keep playin' 'round with the team I bet what goes around come and get ya
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You won't live to play another nigga
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Stupid, my heart don't pump a soft drop
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Nigga run up on me wrong a nigga gon' get popped
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Yeah, we throwin' money in the air
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For them niggaz that ain't here, more power more fear
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Yeah, we fully loaded everywhere
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No pressure, no worries, no cares...
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[Outro:]
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I have dreams about the money
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You haters can't do me nothin'...
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I got so much money
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I'll erase ya'll for frontin'...
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I have dreams about the money
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Niggaz can't do me nothin'...
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I got a whole bunch of money...
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I'll erase ya'll for frontin'...
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The Get Back (Southside In The House)
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| Lloyd Banks |
