Public announcement
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I've been bubbling nigga with nothing but ounces
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They on the border beefing
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My people ain't asking damn
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Ain't seen no jury stone
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Ain't thinking 'bout to re blow
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I'm putting it back into it
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Tryin' to see if this shit true though
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Do it big nigga hit me like a sumo
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And I'm on house arrest really ain't no places to go
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Niggers need blow so I need you to go
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The Duvall and the u hole , you know
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I'm just sitting getting duet hoe
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Really grinding hard why you whining like a 2 year old
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Man stop I pull up like my stance hop
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Hop a body ten drop and leave you and your man shot
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Trying to find another spot that I can hide the money
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And competition with myself so I be hiding from me
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I've been hearing niggas hating and I'm loving it
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So fuck you , fuck y'all let me come with it
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[Hook]
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I'm on, I shine
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I'm getting it, I grind
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You the reason I boss
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You the reason I'm ballin'
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You the reason I boss
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You the reason I'm ballin'
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My teacher told me the world is nothing I would amount to
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Well you the reason and the song is about you
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Matter of fact about you all I'm preaching it to all my haters
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Booth is my bull pit five hundred dollar gators
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Six hundred dollar Louie's snap back your blue raiders
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Party's on a bogue yes I'm cursing like the Satan
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How can I be broke I always got the club
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Put me on a fire boy I'm bringing home a dove
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Sea food sensations gonna get some brisket
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Seventeen bitches say they know that they in love
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I'm the only city king keep copy verb ate 'em
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Ballin' with a nigga young goose ate 'em
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Hit them on a stone and buy my folks a box of sailors
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At least what I can do man these streets is what made 'em
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Shine, brand new money ,bitches keep calling for the same 2 hundreds
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[Hook x3]
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I'm on, I shine
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I'm getting it, I grind
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You the reason I boss
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You the reason I'm ballin'
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You the reason I boss
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You the reason I'm ballin'
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The Reason
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| Young Buck |
