Ho, niggas got it fucked up for real
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Supa thug in my bandanna
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Got my face covered
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Watch me roll this quarter ounce blunt,
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And don't waste nothin'
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Bitch I know you hate me
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But you wont say nothin'
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Me and my AK huntin'
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Since you wanna taste somethin'
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I don't pay for shit
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But I will take the hit
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Pull the Benz out
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And pull the pin out
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And make 'em quit
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Don't compare me to them coward niggas
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You been bitchin' with
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Out there swimmin' in that water
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We gon' see how deep it gets
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We don't drive by
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We get out and walk by
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Parties in the street
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Yellow tape, white chalk lines
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Can't afford to let em blow it
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Right now I'm ready for it
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Realist nigga in this rap shit
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Bitch you better know it
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I just think you better know it
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You better know it (x8)
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26 inches
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A problem, I just bought me
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This should be ridiculous,
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Niggas kill for this versache
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First I hit the lights
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Hit the gas
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Watch me open up my stash
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I reach in, get my strap
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Yeah, then put on my mask
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Got a face full of teardrops
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Still you aint no goon
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Niggas die right here on this block
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This ain't no cartoon
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Put bulletholes all in ya gucci
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Let you pick the spot
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On where to let a nigga
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Shoot ya ass
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Chopper cut ya head
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Hit his leg till it strike out
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Let him think he made it
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Then ya knock his whole life out
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Borrow money bitch
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Go to jail, I'm gettin' right out
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Stop and see my kids
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Then I'm on the next flight out
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I just think you better know it
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You better know it (x17)
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Ya Betta Know It
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| Young Buck |
