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They stuntin down there, they stuntin down there
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They don¡¯t want me to send them trucks around here
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Hundred niggas a pop up around here
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With the pumpin round here, get to dumpin down there
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Tell me why you creeps snapped, is it cuz I leaped back?
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You so fast and I didn¡¯t even speak fat
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You¡¯s a joke and cheap laugh
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Stop rappin, do yourself a favor and eat glass
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I play fuckin kick ball with you bean bags
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I¡¯m at 11 so high, you can¡¯t breeze past
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I¡¯m 10 pounds, you¡¯s a seat in the weed bag
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Come on nigga, where¡¯s the weed at?
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You don¡¯t want my face to be the face you see
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In yo dream and the reason you awake from sleep
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We used to it down here, we movin it down here
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We servin out more than Patrick Ewing to down here
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Floppy mira mira we speak it fluent down here
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We get bricks cuz we know what we¡¯re fuckin doin round here
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I squeeze clips and gats, with your knees hips and back
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Watch your knees when collapse then proceed flippin crack
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What? You¡¯s a G picture that
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With a digital camera and a freezed butcher¡¯s snack
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Get hype enough and the pipe¡¯s a bust
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You¡¯ll see all types of stuff despite your guts
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So lighten up guy for all you see is lightning up high
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In a casket, lay white for your size
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Last nigga tried to give me slack and then bun
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I caught him, his face played petty pack with the gun
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In the game we take your top off, we gang bangin niggas
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Not soft in Californ-a-yay, you get there knocked off
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I put a hole in one nigga, this is not golf
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I¡¯ll kill you then personally drop the box off
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Throw the silencer on, knock your moms and pops off
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With the shit pots on, they get the Glock off
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Send me evidence, I just play the cops off
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Niggas in the hood know every time bein popped off, the whole block get boxed off
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What the fuck would ever stop falling?
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My hollows is burn in yo mouth like hot sauce
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I can tell you what the watch cost
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11-5, that¡¯s the best price
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They tell you 10 and they lyin, I got them fresh whites
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From overseas niggas all got cocoa leaves, you could move boats of weed
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Everywhere I go keep the stows with me
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I don¡¯t know what you rap niggas is supposed to be
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I stay in the hood, gang bangin and dockin
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They notice me, now fuck with Eminem OB D12, you can¡¯t Busta Rhymes in here
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Who the fuck called me?
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I was just 1-2 hova lee, with my eyes on the crew never longed to me
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I got it come and take it but you gotta watch your back
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Down here yea, down here yea
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Ain¡¯t no mixtape slangin we too busy gang bangin
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Down here yea, down here yea
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They took on mellow¡¯s cane, nigga all-star game
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Round here yea, round her eyea
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See runnin blue bandanas wrapped around gun handles
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Niggas wanna know the deal round here
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Got my young niggas throwin up the deal round here
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In Harlem all my thugs is keep the deal up here
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Remember Marlin from the fuck, he got gilled up here
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But nothing blaze to us, do you feel what you hear?
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I was runnin round stupid packin steel with no fear
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My attitude is fuck them cops bust them shots, I gotta get it man
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Turnin rocks, set up shop and hit the strip of jam
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My squad up in here fuck I care, this is the life you need
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Crashing gear never scared, we live in such a speed
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Yea, but these chicks is up here
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We runnin up the board, wait our waiters up there yea
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And to this moola gang bang
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Bang bang, you see the mob bang when you go brain
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Yea, we get it poppin up here
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East side to west side, we knockin up here
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Uh, you get your way from up here
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Dope hope and haze, got that flavor up here
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Yea yea so don¡¯t get brazy up here
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One false move and you get sprayed up off here
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Round here you boop until that shot spin
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On stitches cuz every nigga up on my block real
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We eatin round here yea
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Round here they call me Bishop
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Just look, I¡¯m the nigga that pops it
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Every rock¡¯s in my watch when I drop through
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So I keep shots in the ox when I drive through
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When I suggest your mommy just pops through
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Cuz we on the block
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The reason they drop the property vow
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You get eaten
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The cane cut, I came up from |