(featuring Columbo & X-1)
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Fuck niggaz though it was man?
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Right, right, uh-huh
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I'ma holla at 'em dog
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Nah mean
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Got my nigga, Mike B
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South suicide Queens
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X-million, bout to tear it down wit my nigga
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You know? Stick holla at 'em dog
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[Sticky Fingaz]
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I'm gettin tired of the war stories, kid I heard 'em all
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And before they could fake and make up another one that's false
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I'ma take it and break it down, so yall could knock it off
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It's my call, in my corner they too soft
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Mr. I-Don't-Give-A-Fuck, don't need much
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But heat in the truck, weed in the dutch, beats I'm beatin 'em up
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Streetsweepin 'em up, niggaz deals is suckers
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More than the game, don't let the fame go to your brain
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I'm still in the rain, where lives get caught in the drain
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It's nothin to me, niggaz ain't fuckin wit me
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I dump at your v and leave you niggaz slumped in your seat
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Jump if it's beef, but wolves need somethin to eat
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Nigga dollar signs cover my eyes, gucci material
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Bottom line, hand on my nine wit no serial
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First class flights and TV's is digital
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[Chorus]
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You could bust guns and get it right homey
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Up in the club, we came to get it gully
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Smoke weed, drink henny, man get it ugly
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Hard liquor for sure, cause we don't pop bubbly
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Load up your steel, nigga dump it only
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We don't talk, true story, all about our money
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From the streets we ride, you know our style homey
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If shorty wanna bounce wit us then she out homey
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[X-1]
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Shit, cause it's all official
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Load your pistol, I ain't right and I'm sure to hit you
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Shoot through walls, you could die with your bitch too
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So ladies, get out the way first
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You gotta be kiddin dog, I got to spray first, nigga
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Turn your promotional van into a hearse
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Oh, bitches love the way I sit in the drop, pull up in the spot
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They suck cock off the strength of the watch
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Lil' homey, and that's alone
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Fuck you got guns for if your gats at home?
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You need to have 'em on your waste like me
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Run, duck, hide from the jake like me
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Been around the world on fake ID
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I got businesses, shot witnesses
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Bottom line: X-1 is hot with this shit
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[Chorus]
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[Columbo]
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Yo woozy, googly and cookie
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Roofies and usually on two-three
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Luny, disrespectful and moody
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Stupid, I hate the world I'm too into me
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Drink until I throw up and smoke until I tweak
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Can't see me settle for less until I peak
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Two milly, I'm too willy
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Fifty thousand pills a week, I'm too filthy
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Stocks and realty, crops and feel we
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Scotch and wisky, I pop til I'm twisty
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Talented and gifty, fuck til I'm limp D
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I'm so empty, everybodies finish
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Let's Do It
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| Sticky Fingaz |
