[Enjoli talking]
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Y'all niggaz wanna play with us, we'll woop all you hoe ass niggaz
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Cock sucking ass niggaz, you wanna talk down
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If you gon talk down, then grow in your mouth bitch
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One mo' till you go, me and my niggaz riders
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Screwed Up guerillas, wig splitters and cap peelers
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And we gon let you hoe ass niggaz, know about yourself
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How you love that, bitch
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[Lil' O]
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Hit the block masked up, hopped out of the Regal
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In all black with the Mack, and bust like it's legal
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Niggaz running jumping gates, suckers pissing they pants
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(O let me talk), but I didn't give him a chance
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See I'm raw playa, so I give him raw back words
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And hit 'em with some shit, that'll make they ass hurt
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See they ran up in my crib, cause they knew I had work
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I swear I'll bury all them niggaz, in my backyard
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Underneath the swing set, so where my nephews play
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They'll be stomping and kicking, all over they grave
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See I trusted them niggaz, cause they was my dogs
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But I busted them niggaz, coming out my house
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Came home early, cause I got roll like a pound
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In the casino in Lake Charles, shooting craps out of town
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If I had been up in the crib, they woulda filled me with rounds
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These 'spose to be my partnas, how the fuck that sound
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[Hook x2]
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Friends turn foes, when you get some figgas
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That's why I don't fuck, with these hoes ass niggaz
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See they smile in your face, when you gone they glitter
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That's why I stay one deep, with my hand on my trigga
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[E.S.G.]
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If I don't hit him with the trigga, I'ma hit him with the the steel-toe
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For real though, pass the calicoe to Lil' O
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Now here I go, with this hater-hurter murder shit
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Know what you did last summer, I come to serve you bitch
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I don't bar nan nigga, and I don't bar your block
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Heard you bumping your fucking gums, at the barbershop
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I won't unload my X, clear and let my ruger rip
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And buck you, so this is what I do
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Thinking bout the shit that we use to do, sipping on 4's and juices foo'
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Hang around swang around, coming down banging Screw wit you
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Cook ki's what-what, smoke weed what-what
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You rat motherfucking police, what-what
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Y'all some lame niggaz, fucked up in the game niggaz
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We quick to aim niggaz, at point blank range niggaz
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Ain't nothing changed niggaz, we down to swang niggaz
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Let our nuts hang, like big ol' piece and chain niggaz
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[Hook x2]
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[Al-D]
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Boys plexing talking shit, cause I grip's they thick
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Loc'd up and po'd up, while your gal on dick
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Having big thangs, and won't change for none
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Too real for you to kill, with a platinum tongue
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Screwed Up independent, forever recommended
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Watch your ass talking shit, cause we be all up in it
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Like the task at your do', knocking boys off feet
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Touch the street with your teeth, nose toe off sleep
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Get backer forty jacker, bad actor run up
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Fuck around and lay it down, with a hole in your gut
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Static nut, automatic round lead giver
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Headache donator, hater fade him wig splitter
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Al-D a real nigga, E.S.G. a real killer
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Lil' O ain't no hoe, fuck with Screw we gon kill ya
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And body bag them niggaz, with your fake smiles and lies
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If you so-called friend, you turn fake I ain't surprised
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[Hook x2]
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[Enjoli talking]
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Ha-ha you hoe ass niggaz, how you love that
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4-4 to your dome, like I said befo' motherfucker
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Niggaz can't see us or be us, maan
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Can't help but to feel the real, recognize
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Bitch made ass niggaz, cock sucking ass niggaz
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Feel us, we grind on all you mark ass niggaz bitch
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Friends Turns Foes
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Lil' O |