[Chorus]
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Bitch, we out chea! (What, nigga!?)
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All the way the dummy way
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All the way, 100
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Fifty-five-one slash
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Bitch, we out chea! (We out chea!)
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All the way the dummy way
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All the way, 100
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Fifty-five-one slash
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Bitch, we out chea! (We out chea!)
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All the way the dummy way
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All the way, 100
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Fifty-five-one slash
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Fifty, fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea
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Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea
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[Verse 1]
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OK, now ain't I, ain't I out chea?
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Five-one, five-oh
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All the way the dummy way
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Fuck with me, die slow
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Sold my first rock at 96, straight off the porch
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Daddy gone, never comin' home
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That's all I know
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So I headed out the do', strapped up, ready to roll
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Dick is cuffed up, fucked up, off that Henny and X-O
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With that liquor in me, I'll go do the shit myself
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Fuck the consequences
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Have all you niggas jumpin' fences
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So, you see, I've been dumb
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Reppin' where I'm from
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When I drop it niggas come
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Boss man, job done
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After dark it's Jurassic Park
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Velociraptors tryna eat ya fo' the green leaves
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We all G's
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Main mane in the grave behind some fuckin' bullshit
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So when it's time to bust them K's, I don't bullshit
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Outta here, dead meat
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Fuck you and your whole street
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I roll with you, you roll with me, that's it's supposed to be
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We gangstas
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[Verse 2]
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Look, it's gutter with me
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Yeah
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Ain't rasslin' or no tusslin' me
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It's straight bustin' with me
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Look, as a peon, I've been known to get it on
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Ran with straight cut-throaters
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Niggas with no hope-a
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The street life is all I know, it's all I live
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So yo' best bet? Respect the kid
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Fifty-one fifty, I mean that
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If you happy, nigga I seen that
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Supply my own smoke, never askin' where that green at
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[Verse 3]
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Now uh-oh, there go that boy Quik
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This nigga here a savage
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He totin' two glocks under just in case it get drastic
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Head first, fifty-one fifty, ain't got no mind
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Hopped off the porch and hit a 9, that's the slangin' iron
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Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea like the lines in the street
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100, we do no stuntin'
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What we do? We let 'em stomp with the beat
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No time for playin' games
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Run with a bunch of killas who certified and well trained
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[Verse 4]
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Bitch, I'm out chea
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All the way the dummy way
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They hustlin', dumpin' in broad day, nigga, play you late
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All the way 100, it's 99, I cut my time
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It's E-N-T, it's 6th Street, at the same time we wise guys
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Fifty-one fifty, shit get wicked in my city
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Pistol grippin's addictive
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Nigga play, nigga get it
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I'll talk, I'll walk it out, so you gon' see me fo' you hear me
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Extra Hen' in my system, 'bout to fuck over a nigga
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[Verse 5]
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Bitch, we out chea, in the streets
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Everywhere like Percy D
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Barbershop
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Barbeque
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Who gon' ride for you?
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Choppin fools
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1-by-1
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2-by-2
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3-by-3
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R.I.P
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Rest in Piss
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We dat boss gangsta shit
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Play now, cry later, mane
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Feed you to the gators mane
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Try to send a message, that's why I got that "Fuck you Haters" chain
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Since 10, I've been a beast
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Ain't hard to find, I'm in the streets
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Pocket monster in the club, murk yo' ass instantly
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[Chorus]
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We Out Chea
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Lil' Boosie |