[Intro: Master P]
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Sosa tell em, Master P huh
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This shit don't make no sense (naw)
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It's like a movie, I'm the director
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My little niggas ready, uh huh
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They what don't kill you make you stronger
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[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
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Ganja Ganja, I be smoking Ganja
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I gets lots of commas, and I can fuck yo momma
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So 30”Ēs no revolvers
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Flexing in the summer
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Riding in my hummer, 24”Ēs forgiatos
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Thumbing thru the check
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Steady buying that Texas shit
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I got no limit in the clip in my fn and I let it spit
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Ay Trel over here, he pull up in the whip
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Gotta lot of banana clips, fruity nigga don't get mixed
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I say bitch I'm from Chiraq, we got more killers than Afghanistan
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O-block it's just us, we the new Ku Klux Klan
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All my boys knock hammers
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Now all of your niggas damaged
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Some of your boys won't make it
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For this 300 karats bang
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[Hook: Chief Keef]
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This shit don't make no sense (nah)
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This shit don't make no sense
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This shit don't make no sense (nah)
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This shit don't make no sense (huh)
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I say this shit don't make no sense
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This payroll in my pocket
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This shit don't make no sense (huh)
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I say this shit don't make no sense
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This 100 in my clip
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This shit don't make no sense
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I say this shit don't make no sense bang
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[Verse 2: Master P]
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In the jungle with killas
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Tell the streets that we made it
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Untouchable niggas, we was born to be hated
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Me and Sosa won't tell it, we get money together
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Hood niggas we eating and we die for whatever
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See they scared of my niggas, they wouldn't give him a ride
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I said free c-murder and we gonna ride for Trayvon
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Taking pictures in the hood, some of these niggas be snitches
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Peeling talking with hoes while I'm counting my riches
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Bad bitches we call it, I'm on the block with my niggas
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Louie V on the pillows smoking weed with them killas
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I'm a ride for my niggas now the world gone finish
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Underrated by some, disputed by many
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Fat Trel]
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This shit don't make no sense
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All the money all the bitches I get
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Ride high but my 40 ride low
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It's on my lap I don't tote it in the air
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I can't forget to flip and whip and make a pot
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Molly high you can see it in my eyes
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Give her dick cause I know she likes to ride
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And she fuck me anywhere at any time
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I make a hit she take a brick and break it down
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Stuff the brick and make my bitches wait in line
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It's nothing new cause boy I do this all the time
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And since I shoot she better knew to admire
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[Hook]
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It Dont Make No Sense
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| Master P |
