Peep the reprucussions
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causing deep discussions
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brothers that fight might only speak to cousins
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rugged life but niggas in my fleet is stubborn
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grandma's they turn to Stella's when they need some loving
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my name holds weight, bigger than a Saint Bernard
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some think because its rap that it aint a job
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think again, i try to sepearate my do's from don'ts
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niggas be slittin they wrist, losing they hoes
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some dudes be confused when they broke
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misrabale, looking death in the eye dont blink quick to smile
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my hoodrats be women now, ?? lot
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yall'a always be my bitches lonely or not
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how much ass can i pass up? tilt your glass up
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this one's for the kids in Arkansas that shot they class up
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when I smoke I like my hash crushed beleive it or not
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Q-B forever niggas keeping it locked
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smoking cheeba
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some supply it some'll grow it
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reefer
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some'll buy it some'll roll it
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the chronic
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if you try'd it then you know it
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the toxic
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i'm getting high when i roll it
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you know i wanna hit the chocolate
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some brothers love to see them clouds
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the hydro
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some brothers love to get aroused
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the la-la
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in some paper or a dutch
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the ganja
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i cant wait to get a rush
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marijuana
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I play cards with Ray Charles
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cheat for a grand
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once I deal out the deck take a peak at his hand
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he got blackjacks but still losing is ?{weak
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I write a hook and feel my beat
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Trayino, Mike G should read his feet}?
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Play these niggas
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now in 98 no time to graze niggas
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cause they might tell
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white judges, like the icegrill
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hoes set you up-the same way that Pac and Mike fell
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Private affairs if I know your wife well
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switch to different subjects
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some of the styles that I hit you up with
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I make it hard for you to kick your tough shit
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major adjustments
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i package a flame for all you bustas
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wrapped up put on a shelf full of substance
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i drug clicks, anti-biotic, rarely spotted
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niggas hear my name periodic
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I feel we got it King of New York
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only the real'll cop it
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Chorus
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I been all across the world on my quest for some herb
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spots be selling dirt keep the federal resevere
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smoking in bongs, niggas know that its 'dro in the Bronx
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I like that stinky green shit that be growing in swamps
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Half-Baked puff, puff, then you pass it to me
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good weed'll make you eat the last shit on your plate
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forget your songs seperate stix from stones
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if your chronic come with stix leave that shit alone
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Reapeat Chorus 2x
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Smoke
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