Drop drop drop with me now.
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Yo, yall can call court tv
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And A&E. Let em know...its over
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Cold case files huhaaa
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[Chorus]
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Yall niggas wont bust no shots
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Wont work no blocks
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Wont talk no chops
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And when the k go chop fuck niggas better drop to the floor, get low.
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Yall niggas aint holdin no green
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Aint serving no cleans
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Aint gettin that cream
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Fuck niggas aint down with the team when you see that red beam get low
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[Verse 1]
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I got guns thatll flip your car
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100 round drums banana clips and all
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And if a nigga that pissed me off
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I stick it right in his mouth, make him shit in his droors
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And you better not flinch at all
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Cuz all bets are off if this bitch go off.
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Shoots clean through the back of his bead
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Tear off the top of his grill and the side of his jaw.
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See da streets need niggas like me, cuz niggas like you yall niggas aint true
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And when its time to go to war
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Try your best to avoid it cuz you niggas aint gon shoot
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You niggas aint got no cash, aint got no goons and aint got no guns.
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Yall niggas aint got no heart
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You let pussy & cars tear you click apart
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So when you ask them what the do
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Nigga they do what I say do when I say to
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So when I say lay it down
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Dont you hesitate bitch lay it down now
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[Chorus]
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Yall niggas wont bust no shots
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Wont work no blocks
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Wont talk no chops
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And when the k go chop fuck niggas better drop to the floor, get low low low low.
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Yall niggas aint holdin no green
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Aint serving no cleans
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Aint gettin that cream
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Fuck niggas aint down with the team when you see the red beam get low
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[Verse 2]
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How you gon let your dawg get clapped up
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And you dont even clap back, but runin them traps
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And then you got these bitch ass niggas who snitchin on a nigga ridin round in the car withcha
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I should fuck both of yall up
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Wet up your truck and hit both of yall up
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Yall done disrespect the game thinkin its a game
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BUT NO IT AINT
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See I know how to deal with ya
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I turn them choppers loose and let em do what they do
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I wont stop till the shots are thru
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I got a clip for him and a clip for you
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Them wanna be tougher than me ass coochie made for tv ass peonds
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You can letem knowum I got big guns and ima squeeze when I see em
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[Chorus]
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Yall niggas wont bust no shots
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Wont work no blocks
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Wont talk no chops
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And when the k go chop fuck niggas better drop to the floor, get low low low low.
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Yall niggas aint holdin no green
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Aint serving no cleans
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Aint gettin that cream
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Fuck niggas aint down with the team when you see the red beam get low low low low.
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[Verse 3]
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First off you aint got no guns
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Never seen owned of even shot one
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You couldnt even cop a shotgun
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And you aint never hit a nigga with a hot one, hua
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You aint gon pop off nothin but lip and wont kill nothin or let nothin be killed
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Bitch I got terrorist ties ill terrorize any nigga shape or size
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If a nigga get beside himself and try to size me playa ill part his hair.
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Ill have your attorney and momma them sayin T-doubles trouble look what he done to him
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And it aint have to come to this
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You can ask your daddy he dont even want none of this
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Nigga you aughta know better
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Im a muthafuckin killa and I dont fear no nigga
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[Chorus]
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Yall niggas wont bust no shots
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Wont work no blocks
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Wont talk no chops
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And when the k go chop fuck niggas better drop to the floor, get low low low low.
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Yall niggas aint holdin no green
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Aint serving no cleans
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Aint gettin that cream
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Fuck niggas aint down with the team when you see the red beam get low low low low.
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Drop (Low, Low, Low)
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Trick Daddy |