(Intro)
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Archie Bang
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MSD
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(Verse)
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Hoping out my bare sheets
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6 a.m., get my chest full bullet holes
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Happy I ain't dead
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Say a pray hit the streets,
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Time to hit this bread
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And if I have my way
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Won't be nothing left, fool
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Procrastinator, sneak dissers and haters
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Vixamin(?), like we shipping them out
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Off parole, pressure game, zip locked
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Still tight. Got my bitch and I'm shaking it twice
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Got the max from the competition, red light
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Green light, been on some cool shit, tryna play nice
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But y'all niggas all pussy playn tough like Ted Dikes
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Till y'all get smashed to the shows, that's on sight
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These niggas take real, made it cartoons(?)
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When we carry real caskets from gun wounds
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But when the heat's on, who they run to?
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(Hook)
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Nigga, one time, that's the shit we don't like
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No condone, no cowards or pussies, ain't a killer
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But I dare you push me.
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Say, what's that lick like?
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What it's hitting fo'?
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(Verse)
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Real niggas say what? Convincing me? Don't need to
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Know you count real well, homie, we read you
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Open books, see Wiane(?) on the cover
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Real rap, no single mothers
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We tougher, nigga sweeter than candy
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Trust me, litter's homie gon' land, we won
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This ain't tough, dawg, this the air we breath
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Coming up in these flat streets
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Never at ease for these kinda soldiers
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Get slumped at the wheel, when I'm heavy, niggas roll up
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They talkin' bout your dj, shout out to Enough
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All eye sky mask, when the going get tough
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Ain't a Killer
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| Archie Bang |
