New York , word up , check it out,
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wanna let yall know why we here tonight,
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and all the ladies, for real y'all throw it up,
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word up, yo why we came tonight,
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and all the niggas, for real, word up,
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this is real yo, why we here tonight,
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it's on y'all, aiyo c'mon, word up,
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it's on y'all, yo son yo...
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check this shit out,
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this year niggas put up or get out,
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fore' i put the hit out,
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have me smack shit out,
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these bitch ass niggas,
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it make em all spit out,
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blood and teeth,
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yo what the fuck y'all want beef?
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word up, I roll heavily in my LX 470,
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pull up at all the spots,
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make my enemies remember me,
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I jet from the scene,
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spliff in the sunset,
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I get out ya friends and I ain't go for my gun yet,
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ain't no mystery,
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or how I came to make history,
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big up on behalf of all the niggas that was missin me,
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aiyo they feel around,
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we laugh,
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on how we devour guys,
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shower guys with lead,
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show em where the power lies,
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fuckin with Starang,
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you ain't got a pot to piss in,
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can't stand the brain,
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just another new edition,
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taped up in the back of my man's Expedition,
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got you wishin you wasn't in this position,
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now whether you live or not is up to a Henny's say,
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go ahead pop shit,
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you gon' die anyway,
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fucked up in the game,
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you wasn't fuckin with lames,
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going against the brains like goin against the grains.
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Chorus:
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Yo what's my mother fuckin name?
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Big Will,
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Hennyville,
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aiyo we shoot to kill,
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and we won't stop until,
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a nigga see a mill,
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with a house on the hills,
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livin out in the burbs,
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with his choice of full will.
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Yo what's my mother fuckin name?
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Hennyville,
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Big Will,
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shoot to kill,
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aiyo we won't stop until,
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a nigga see a mill,
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with a house on the hills,
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takin a truckload of bitches,
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back to brownsville.
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It ain't no thang,
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if niggas wanna bang with this,
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and clean the clips,
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get it all and bring the pits,
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bring the miss,
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and watch me walk off with the chip,
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grabbin my dick,
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tell a girl, blow em a kiss,
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nigga discreetly,
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I see you out there, see me,
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roll you over in the street and not go beep beep,
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ville still gunnin,
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love the look of hundreds,
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critic quotes,
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once again they've out done it,
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house stunnin mouth runnin niggas act funny,
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stay or dumb dummy,
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we just stay countin money,
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blessed be he,
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in N-Y,
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blow smoke in the sky,
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till the day I die,
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yo I'm a villest,
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got' be my nigga full will,
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if theres a problem,
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got this shits just drop some pills,
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or be left lumped up,
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rest in the dump truck,
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goin against the wrong side,
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you done fucked up,
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I put it up for those who close to heart,
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wrong moves, get niggas ripped apart.
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Chorus
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What's his mother fuckin name,
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Dru Ha, Dru Ha, god damn,
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word up word up cmon, duck down,
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what's his mother fuckin name me and J,(me and J my nigga)
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in the place to be,(make about a g a day)
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and what's his mother fuckin name B.O.(B.O.biggy b-bounce)
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baby bidounce, in the place to be,
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and what's his mother fuckin name,
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(who dat) Chucky Duck, Duck in the place to be
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(uh huh chuck down duck down representative)
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Brownsville(9-8, 9-9 shit) Sefro uh huh,(9-8, 9-9 shit)
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Brownsville, word up c'mon.
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(and it's on again word up and it's on again)
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Shoot to Kill
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| Originoo Gunn Clapazz |
