ft. Charlie Rock, Trav & Sen City
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Gripped up, I'm ready, black car, no limit, ham talk, let's get it
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All my niggas authentic, ham talking, we live it
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Ham talking, we live it
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Gripped out, I'm ready, black car, no limit, ham talking, let's get it
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All my niggas authentic, ham talking, we live it
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Ham talking, we live it
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Nigga, I'm a killa, homicide all on my face
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Gun all on my waist
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Down to catch a new case from my hitter
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Staying down away for my boss
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Scream 'fuck the law!'
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Give a round of applause
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I'm a killa
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That murder, murder, that 187
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That murder, murder, that 187
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When the trucks pull up and nowhere to hide
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That murder, murder, that homicide
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Ain't nothing changed, still jumping out the coupe
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You can scratch that, you can bring it back, I'm jumping off the roof
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She riding, shorty, you fuck around, you jumping out to shoot
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This money aiming, if you niggas thought that I was out the loop
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See me where I'm at, leave me where you at
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Got weapon fire from my handgun like the squeezing of the Mac
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She said I'm so immense, she gun tip in my belt
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If you know me, bitch, then you know me, bitch
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I keep the guns by myself
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I got more wealth than you rap niggas
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Don't fire, don't act, niggas
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My niggas get act, niggas, fuck around start clap, niggas
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And them Patty Pretzels, they do amuse me
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I might drop a bag just to watch a flick like I'm at the movies
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Nigga, work upon my wrist, my phone pals on my hip
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Let me talk my shit, the machine gun your bitch
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I said you ever spend the night when I'm hustling, when I'm hustling
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'Bout half a mil' in my driveway and now I touch your bitch, you have it good
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Niggas try to get the drug, but I put down
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Let them wait, I've been down like a seesaw
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Fronting is going back and forth, no ping pong
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Screaming 'fuck the law!' I'm King Kong
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Been on my test with my vest on, get tough now
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Smoke a loud till the stress gone, nigga
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Mouth got you jumping off the roof
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I guess a nigga not so nigga
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Rebel by the motto on a mixtape shit, venomous chest ole nigga
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I probably got a wolf for dead, hit him in the lung, let him call for dad
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When I leave the booth go straight to the trap
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If I ain't got that roofer, bet I got that Mac
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32 shots, nigga, shot to your cat
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Throw a gun, throw a kit, take that back
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Gripped out, I'm ready, black car, no limit, ham talking, let's get it
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All my niggas authentic, ham talking, we live it
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Ham talking, we live it
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Gripped out, I'm ready, black car, no limit, ham talking, let's get it
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All my niggas authentic, ham talking, we live it
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Ham talking, we live it
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Nigga, I'm a killa, homicide all on my face
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Gun all on my waist
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Down to catch a new case from my hitter
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Staying down away for my boss
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Scream 'fuck the law!'
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Give a round of applause
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I'm a killa
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That murder, murder, that 187
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That murder, murder, that 187
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When the trucks pull up and nowhere to hide
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That murder, murder, that homicide
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I'm A Killa
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| Jim Jones |
