[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
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GUESS who stepped in the motha fuckin door!
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Who? R.C. I break laws and make laws
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You do WHAT? Break jaws and take yours
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I got heart that somethin y'all couldn't pay for
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Got paper, money forever green
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Glock .20 spittin a hundred and seventeen
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Who gonna stop money, the homies forever scream
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Never gonna happen, all go out clappin
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Ay yo, R-Dot sling hard rock yay yo
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I'm bout payroll
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Hoes, love them niggas that game tight
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Trust me, I'm gon' be drillin the same night
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that I peeps her, R play with more keys than Alicia
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With the poppies I got credit like Visa
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I breathe ether, make you fools believers
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R Dot Brooklyn bangin a team leader
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[Chorus]
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[Red Cafe]
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Y'all niggas industry, my niggas in these streets
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We get money endlessly
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Bitch niggas don't blend with me
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Real niggas move in with me
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Now move out
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[Red Cafe & Freeway]
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Y'all niggas industry, my niggas in these streets
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We get money endlessly
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Bitch niggas don't blend with me
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Real niggas move in with me
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Now move out
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[Verse 2: Freeway]
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Guess who STEPPED in this mother fucka
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Need no intro, entro TECHS in the mother fucka
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Free-way, your man and his gat
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I cock slugs back rip through your vest
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The block run that handle the glock
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and die one day pray with the Lord
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Scream gun play but run to the cops
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When I'm in the room your bitch cater to boss
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Rap Prince Nasir slip hook and a block
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You wanna BET my team flow better than y'all
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Ghetto nigga get head in a drought
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Free a Smith & Wesson metal nigga throw lead at your pops
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Plus y'all niggas industy
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My niggas in the streets
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We dump heat, circle the block
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Let the mack squirt on whoever act first
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Let your Ac hurt, truck in the shop
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Listen y'all niggas into rap and don't get interviews
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Red Cafe]
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This the block where niggas run lights
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Every night, gun fights
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Niggas scream fuck the cops, you better come right
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Crack is slung, coke is snorted
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And everybody know everybody and they support it
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Streets is infested, I can't lie
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I'm in the street well invested, nothin I can't buy
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And I mean nothin, I can buy your life
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Nigga you ain't nothin, go ahead sip somethin
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You little punk don't tempt me
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I made sure I left my car trunk empty
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Just so you know I'm only here to claim the king of the throne
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Whether it takes a mic fight or swingin the chrome
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I need it, and I'ma bring it till its brought, believe it
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Plus I know you ain't got no iron cause you anemic
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Hold up, I don't think you heard me
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You ain't got no iron cause you anemic
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Red Cafe]
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I gave everybody ample opportunity to get money with me
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Now you gonna watch me eat from the sidelines nigga
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Lets do it
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Move Out
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| Red Cafe |
