Mmm, mmm, c'mon
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Ah c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
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C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
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C'mon, c'mon, look, look
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[Verse One]
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When I start to spray, clear the way, or get knocked
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Cause once my thang cock, I then aim and pop
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I'm a donkey wodie, a untamed gorilla
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Wilder than real-a, T.C. representer
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Known for spinnin Benz, gettin about fifty
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Plus I'm quick to ride, and give it to you snitches
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I'm a no doubt fella, always have I always will
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Uptown fella, young and thuggin plus I'm real
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In my blood in my veins it be the way that I be
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All I know is killin, murder drama no peace
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Youngsta nineteen who got off the porch early
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I done did it all believe dat, ya heard me
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Whoever like testin look, don't you do it
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Cause I don't hesitate especially if you blew it
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Your set I run - through it, like a mad man
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Don't think I won't do it, leave your momma sad man
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[Chorus]
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Look here - it's in me lil' wodie to be the thug that I be
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It's in me lil' wodie to wear baguettes on Roley
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It's in me lil' wodie to wear - T's, 'Baud's, and Ree's
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It's in me lil' wodie - look here - it's in me lil' wodie
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[Verse Two]
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It's in my bloodstream wodie, to be the type that I am
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Sold gats split hash take a boy from his fam
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Nothin but streets, look - it's all that I know
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Knockin you off yo' feet, it's all that I know
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Drivebys and pull-ups I'm prepared every day
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Thuggin as usual I do dat every day
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Quick to roast ya, if you're not from round my way
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In the middle of the quarter in one of them hallways
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Quick to still ya yeah, I'm real I ain't fake
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Leave that a murder scene in the middle of yellow tape
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Put a hole in your thinkin cap, you won't be thinkin no more
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Look, you'll be put to nap
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A youngster play it raw raw, and "X" ya out
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Me and my dog Rat quick to run up in yo' house
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Yeah I goes out cause it's in me lil' daddy
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When it's a coke drought I tote a semi lil' daddy
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three]
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I'm the one they're talkin about, original Hot Boy
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Lil' Turk wodie, run up and get shot boy
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With a long gun, AK with fifty rounds in it
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Ain't gon' be nuttin nice, when I'm spinnin and bendin
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Non-stop cousin, the chopper a fool yes
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Get your mind right, that's what it do yes
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Blood and brains, all over the streets
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is what you see dawg, messin with me
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I'll do you somethin awful split ya deep
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Closed casket you had front you for your peeps
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I get up then blast, somebody dyin tonight
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Load up the mac, look I'm ridin tonight
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I disguise like a woman mask over my face
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Gloves on my hand no evidence no case
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That's how I do it, look, do it smart and smooth
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If you don't want my trouble look, better be cool
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[Chorus] - 2X
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It's In Me (Radio Edit)
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