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I need money, I be money,
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I see money, I take it,
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I don't fold with niggers
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Who be out there and they fake it.
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Real niggers around me.
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Aha, they real niggers around me.
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A lesson to you niggers,
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Don't you come 'round talking sideways,
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I'm the keeper, that shit, we fuck niggerway,
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Real niggers around me.
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Aha.
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My niggers, my niggers,
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Your niggers ain't shit.
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Look right, B.M.G., cowboy, run shit.
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The chopper's on, chopper's on, don't get your ass leaked.
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Chopper's outside your home, make a nigger ...
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Speed it on, won't they? I ring it where they lay at.
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When it come to war time, man, I ate ate it.
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Take pictures with them choppers, man,
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You ain't gonna spray that.
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You never seen a plane,
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You never felt the need to keep that.
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The shooters ain't real shooters, shoot on,
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There's no solution.
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Over hill, we swap them out, I take them out,
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Then he gon'shoot you.
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Clearly we is not the same, over there the cliffs ain't.
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Clear that bitch, emptying that chopper, bang, bang.
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Loaded guns around me, real niggers who ready for war.
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This is cowboy shit, where you know that pessimism from?
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I'm the boss of rap synergy,
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I shoot you off a BMG.
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Aha, there real niggers around me,
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They finally found 'bout this street shit.
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Niggers talking big, lot of scraps, yeah we eating it.
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I know them niggers here, later they be on the TV, man.
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All my niggers around me, you know they cutting dirty, till.
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See my niece, Maria, I shouldn't have take it,
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In your mind you wonder, what came ...?
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100% real nigger in me, what you though about me?
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Got the killers with me, Benz with me, no stalking me.
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I need money, I be money, I see money, I take it,
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I don't fold with niggers who be out there and they fake it.
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BUG the cartell, the streets, we need real niggers,
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You don't cross the line, nigger, and that is your faith you don't meet.
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The shooters, they don't scrape at me.
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You'gon'make the TV, 'less they heard about the rent,
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They smell shit with UZI.
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I killer's I ain't checking like they by that
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It's my project nigger Jay D.
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Fuck, why get in your Benz?
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If it's murder, nigger, my lawyer get it acquitted.
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You on death struck, I don't give a fuck. I warm me up.
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he is ready to die, then, nigger, you're the one done with that.
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Shoot'em with more mileage, they finally leave you baking.
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You gonna pay me, shiverring and shaking like Kaine.
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What Happen To Me
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Young Scooter |