[Hook]
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These niggaz, must of forgot
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That I will squeeze triggas, thinking you gon play me
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Nigga please nigga, get put in a G-R-A-V-E nigga
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At ease nigga, you don't wanna be my enemy nigga
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When I'm sipping drank, and smoking trees nigga
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Fuck around and be a memory, nigga
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[Z-Ro]
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Boo, guess who sneaking up from the rear
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You niggaz hearts be pumping fear, but they don't pump none here
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I never knew how to be scared, just how to handle my infrared
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I love nothing, ain't my barber ride up fuck you in my head
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This how I feel about, all of y'all
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Disrespect me if you want, and all of y'all will fall
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I use to be 165 in a city, where the skinny niggaz die
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But now, I'm 220 with a 45
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And I be set tripping, ready to wet niggaz and wet women
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I stand alone me and my chrome, Southside representing
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Don't need no motherfucking body, behind me
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So when the law come looking for me, can't nobody find me
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Mo' murder, bite em all like gasoline in my gat
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So you get slid, like you got some vaseline on your back
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This is an anybody killer, I ain't prejudice at all
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Ever since my nigga set me up, to kick it with them laws
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[Hook]
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[Scarface]
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Bouts to put the smash on niggaz
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Put the gas on, and put the match on niggaz, y'all must of forgot
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How quick we flash on niggaz, blast on niggaz
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Your ass gone nigga, you done fucked with the Lot
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I gave you a chance to eat, but you chose to bite the hand that fed
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You took your shit nigga, lay in your bed
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Who'd ever thought this nigga, that was sat down at our table and fed
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Would turn on the streets, and roll with the FED's
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I loved this nigga, now I roll around
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With a mask and a strap, and a grudge for this nigga
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Fucking with me, just adds the fuel to the fire
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And I'm about to snap that wire
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And go off, and empty out the whole clip in you
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Denting your dinner, with bullet holes in your wind-a
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I ain't fucking around, J give the word and we busting the clown
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If you can narrow it down, we touching the ground
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[Hook]
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[Z-Ro]
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It make me wanna holla
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Throw up both my hands, cause a nigga can't understand
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Why these snitch niggaz and bitch niggaz, be P-A Spanish
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Straight up strong enough for a man, but just too weak to take the challenge
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And each way with display, they got no backbone
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Looking like jellyfish to me, about to get they back blown
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Out of proportion, kicking they doors in trying to find em
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But I'm above em and behind em, killing em slow with perfect timing
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Bitch I always know where you at, your baby mama's
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On your block, it really don't matter cause Ro and 'Face gon bring his hat
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Please push my button, for me
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So exit wounds can be all in your tummy, from my tommy
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Mini 1-4 is what I ride with, cause thugs and murderers I reside with
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Beef with and beef with, murder them or get high with
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It really don't matter, it just depend on the situation for me
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Like I don't get down and dirty, I can't believe nigga
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[Hook]
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These Niggaz
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| Z-Ro |
