*featuring Fate Wilson, I-20, Shawna
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[intro I-20]
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What the fuck's up!
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DTP in this mother fucker
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And for all ya'll that don't like it
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Do one thing, get the fuck back
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'Cause all my niggas iz ready
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Luda, 20, Fate, Shawna
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Let's show these mutha fuckers how we disturb the peace
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Get the fuck back, bitch
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[shooting and screaming in the background]
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[Chorus]
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[Ludacris]
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Fuck That!
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Get the fuck back!
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Luda make your skull crack
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Tuck that
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Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
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Cuff that
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Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
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What's that
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People gon' die tonight
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[I-20]
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Fuck That!
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Get the fuck back!
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D-low make your skull crack
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Tuck that
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Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
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Cuff that
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Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
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What's that
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People gon' die tonight
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Bronson, mutha fucker, give me more than three feet
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DTP in the club, we comin' more than three deep
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Your whole crew is weak and my squad is real cash getters
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Stayin' more to crunk, our shit bump like bad clippers
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How many try to hustle with Dealer then went broke
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Infamous, I'm a value meal, I come with the coke
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I gotta enough guns for beef, if you want it that way
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I'll push your wig back like finger waves or bad toupee
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[Ludacris]
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I lick a load of you niggaz, leave kids in the hallways
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Catch 'em at they locka (hoo-ahh, blocka blocka)(gun shots)
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See 'em on Broadway and tap they ass
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Catch 'em in the swimming pool and overlap they ass
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[Fate]
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I'm from the southside, College Park
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G Road, niggas gone
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Ride when the beef starts
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Don't hold back, let the heat spark
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One's through his vest, one's through his chest
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Sleepy hollows put the niggas to rest, uh
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[Chorus]
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[Ludacris]
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Fuck That!
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Get the fuck back!
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Luda make your skull crack
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Tuck that
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Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
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Cuff that
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Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
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What's that
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People gon' die tonight
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[Shawna]
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Fuck That!
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Get the fuck back!
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Shaw make your skull crack
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Tuck that
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Bitch, your whole town better love that
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Cuff that
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Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
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What's that
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People gon' die tonight
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What you know about projects, hoes, and murda
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whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners
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Whole lotta dope fiends, trying to scheme the workers
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Whole lotta feds, got them niggas scared to surface
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Type of bitch that got the brown in my sock
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Find me on tha block tryin' to cop a piece of the crop
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Watch me, pull up on me real sweet in a drop
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But if you fuckin' with my paper, feel the heat from the glock, nigga
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[Ludacris]
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We pop bottles, bottles,
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right over you head, niggas
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Put nozzles, nozzles
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Right over your leg, niggas
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Our motto, motto
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Is kill 'em instead, niggas
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We make 'em loose weight, when we Jenny Craig, niggas
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[I-20]
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All of ya'll is half nice, half thugs, and half assed
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The only time Im goin' half, is half on a half
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But I use a full clip, cuz I'm a full fledged killa
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Part-time MC, full-time drug dealer
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[Chorus]
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[Ludacris]
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Fuck That!
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Get the fuck back!
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Luda make your skull crack
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Tuck that
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Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsack
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Cuff that
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Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
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What's that
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People gon' die tonight
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[Fate]
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Fuck That!
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Get the fuck back!
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Fate make your skull crack
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Tuck that
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Bitch, your whole town's on my nutsacks
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Cuff that
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Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that
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What's that
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People gon' die tonight
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We the filthy niggas from the South, A-Town represent us
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Strong armin' motherfuckers, like a Russian sickle
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You got issues with us talkin' shit on mixed tapes
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Ill catch you at a show and beat you with a mix tape
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You best pump brakes, 'fore I pump shells and blood oze
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I leave niggas like burps (burp), excuse
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Just keep on pissin me off, like a week kidney
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And you will find your family reading your obituary
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[Ludacris]
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These people tryin' to scrub the red off
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Stains they don't get off
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They wanted to bring the pain, so this thang 'bout to set off
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Barretas for getting cheddar, you're better off dead off
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Yes, you can do it, cut his fuckin head off
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[Shawna]
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I got a letter from the governme |