ft. Lil Phat
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Five o'clock, bird's a bird, fly down south,
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These niggers hate so much, they wanna stop my route.
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I'm talking 55 bricks, I put them on the Grayhound.
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I'm a certified street nigger, I had to stay down.
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Said the nigger, take it back, we play old games now.
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Why you rap about the streets, you gotta push a nigger some.
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I'm a black nigger boss, nigger, I got pounds.
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If they so cheap, I pull up in your town.
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In other cities, I mean, I love the flesh like a bitch,
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I got out of jail and work right back to the bricks.
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All my jewel together cost like 15 bricks.
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Young Scooter, I put dope on every street is on 6.
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You niggers be sad.
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That nigger talk about a lot of dough.
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I wonder, is he really doing that shit?
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Yea, the streets gon'vouch for me, nigger.
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Yo, Scooter, I really do this shit,
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I rap on a beast, nigger, I told you that.
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Everyday at 5 o'clock, the bells pull up fresh.
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We never close down, we never know what's next.
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You try to run the spite, you gotta have some respect.
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A nigger play up on you and take your check.
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I never bear a rubber, I got too much finesse.
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But anything can happen, so I make moves like chess.
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The streets ain't safe, so I just play them how it go.
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Throwing bills out the project window.
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20 west to Birmingham, bricks on the way.
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Don't worry 'bout the extra grams, they come with the play.
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I gotta charge it 30, 'cause it's one state away.
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20 bags to the click and we get back to the 8.
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All I'mma talk about is money, nigger.
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Threw So Much
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Young Scooter |