Yeah (yeah, yeah), whoa (whoa, whoa)
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Alright (alright), alright (alright)
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Alright (alright), alright (alright)...
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[Lil' O]
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Hey I'm just shaking and moving, moving and shaking
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Getting cash, niggas trying to peep the moves that I'm making
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See these dudes thought I fell off, but these dudes is mistaken
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But I've been balling for a while, so I'm use to the hating
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Ain't no faking in my hustle, while some stanking they stumbling
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They playing games, that's why they stomachs is rumbling, plus when you
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Ride through on something, German shit and sitting on 20 something's
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And drop the top and yell (whoa), you know you born head bumping
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About who wants to get you, what's the word on the streets
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But you get hit with pain killers, just for thinking I'm weak
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You know that real gangsta shit, your body stink in the streets
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The type of stuff that bigger man, on what you thinking is beef
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I got the burdens of a Don, decision decisions
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Should I give him head shots, or give his body incisions
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Can't no one find your man, dog he's literally missing
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To some old man found him fishing, cocksuckers I'm real
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[Hook: Papa Reu & (Lil' O)]
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Now it is real (already), you tried to chill (already)
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You ain't really want no blood to get spilled (already)
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So then you pray (already), and then you pray (already)
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But hatas still begging you, for pistol play
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And that day's today, a-ay-ay-ay-aaaay (yeah)
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Grab your K and that K's today, a-ay-ay-ay-aaaay (whoa)
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Grab your K, and that day's today
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[Lil' O]
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My whole attitude changed, when I touched six figgas
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I'm like a lesbian now, I don't fuck with niggas
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It's not cause I think I'm better, but my heart's been broken
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I'm in my four corner room, up late at night one deep smoking
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Trying to keep myself, from tripping and loc'ing
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Cause boys got me so hot, they'll get hit in the open
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And nigga O's not joking, O's not bumping
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Fat Rat with the Cheese, give em something something
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So you need to think twice, I'll remind you bro
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That I've been catching pistol cases, since '94
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So playa please don't judge me, don't mean mug me
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Don't stare at me like that, nigga God don't like ugly
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I'm just trying to get money, and live my life well
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But these bitch niggas, wishing I fail
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But for my kin folk on lock, locked up in a cell
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Know I'm out here giving em hell, cocksuckers I'm real
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[Hook]
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[Papa Reu]
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Try, you try to stay out the waaay
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But guys will drag you into, pistol play
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And that day's today, a-ay-ay-ay-aaaay (yeah)
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Grab your K and that K's today, a-ay-ay-ay-aaaay (whoa)
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Grab your K, and that day's today
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[Lil' O]
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Well they say money's power, so respect my rank
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Cause if you sitting in a cell, I can get you shanked
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You on the basketball court, I can get you bank
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It's kinda like war games, you just got out flanked
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By a five star general, on top of a tank
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I send flowers to your funeral, possibly pain
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Cause I'm a Southwest nigga, you know how we think
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We kinda fly but when it's war, man I'm just gon hang
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[Hook]
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[Papa Reu]
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Try, you try to stay out the waaay
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But guys will drag you into, pistol play
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And that day's today, a-ay-ay-ay-aaaay (yeah)
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Grab your K and that K's today, a-ay-ay-ay-aaaay (whoa)
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Grab your K, and that day's today
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That Day's Today
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Lil' O |