[Hook x2]
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What happened to that dude, what happened to that dude
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What happened to that dude
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He was bumping, so I slapped a patch up out that dude
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[Z-Ro]
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Y'all fellas, know what happened to that dude
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He ran up in my face, and he ruined my mood
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I couldn't let it slide, I couldn't let it go
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Couldn't let a motherfucker, play me for a hoe
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Pulled out my 4-4, and I just bust
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Nan nigga nan bitch, will I ever trust
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Unless it's my people, unless it's my kin
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I don't love shit, but my people and my ends
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Put my ends in my safe, in a safe place
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I break a bone, in your motherfucking face
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If you think I tell a story, if you think I'm lying
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Pull out my iron, and I commits to find
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Have a nigga falling, off of his game
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If I hit a head shot, that's the end of his brain
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Simple and plain, ain't it
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This tool, will leave a nigga wig painted
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Know what I'm saying, I couldn't be playing
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I sit on top of the roof, and start spraying
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At a nigga head, leave a nigga dead
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[claps], leave him bruised and red
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We don't give a fuck mayn, that's a clap
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I put a motherfucking, clip in my strap
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Bust at your back, bust at your front
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Then I go to the house, roll up a blunt
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That's how I do it, don't fuck with fluid
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But I'ma be fluent like fluid, and I knew it
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One day, I get a platinum plack
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If you running up, you better back on back cause
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[Hook]
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What happened to that dude, what happened to that dude
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What happened to that dude
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It's your boy Z-Ro, and I'm way too rude
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[Z-Ro]
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I had to do it like that, and like this
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Had to break a bone, and make a motherfucking wish
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I did it like this, and I did it like that
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A nursery rhyme, and still broke a bitch back
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Like that, like this
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Hit it from the back, and don't quit
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Bitch fuck you hoe, I'm all about my dough
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Standing on the corner, with my chrome 4-4
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Maybe 4-5, maybe twelve gauge
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Trying my best, just to make the front page
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Put a homicide, on worldwide news
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If a nigga chase me, I'll give him the blues
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Pull out my motherfucking, power pellet
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Roll up the doja, and I start to inhale it
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Now I'm feeling fine, I'm really feeling fine
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I dropped me a eight, in a thunderberg wine
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Got a nigga feeling like, I lost my dog
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Jump in my bitch, and I boss my hog
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I hit the streets, the streets hit me back
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I checked my pager, it was time to attack
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The motherfucking dope fiends, time to get money
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I want my bread, I want my honey
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I want my streets of gold, for I can walk on
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And a platinum walkie talkie, I can talk on
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Man, I'm feeling way too heavy
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A monster, so can't nothing scare me
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I'm unscareable, it's unbearable
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Man, when you hear me it's terrible
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Cause I be beating, on your motherfucking nerve and
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Might be in the Bourbon, or Excursion
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It don't matter, cause I'm riding high
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Leaning to the side, when I'm sliding by
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All in your face nigga, slapping
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Out the motherfucking taste nigga
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That's how it go, never been a hoe
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Try to take what's mine, and get a mouth full of flow
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[Talking]
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Yeah, oh yeah, I'm feeling that
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Shit, boys get the shit slapped out
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Your motherfucking ass, what 3-2 say
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Yeah man, you bootleggers, we got all kind
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Of bootleggers out here though, you know I'm saying
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We gotta put a slap into them dudes
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You know I'm saying, these niggas that sue boys
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For 150,000, like that's hurting my highsing
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Nigga I'm still rising, while you coniving
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You ain't shining, but bitch I shine like a light
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All day all night, whether gun fight or fist fight
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Get the Roley on your wrist right, bitch
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What Happened To That Dude
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