[Verse 1:]
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where my niggaz at, it's play it raw time baby
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load up the guns guerilla war time baby
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light up the blunts, light up the block time dawg
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choppers with drums, ozzee's, and glock time dawg
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whoever he with, they better stay cause they to nice
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and whoever and hit, jump out the window and get it right
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then we run in his house and hit the body and haul them out
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then we empty the clip and let the Lord sort em out
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bust it really, it ain't no stopping me cause i hang up to that ville
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and now i'm tieing on my bandanna and i'm cocking back
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jump out the Hummer and say lil shorty wear your stocking cap
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dawg we got automatics, two shooters, six shots, and 50 round drums
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hit your daddy, you suki, you son, your wife and move your momma
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cause i'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain
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got a sawd oil tec and i'm bout to knock off your brain
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tell em'
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[Chorus:]
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Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
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Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
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Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
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Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
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[Verse 2: (B.G.)]
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If drama come to me then it come
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for that i got two glocks and a k with a drum
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that's what i ride with not what i got got ducked off
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the mac, sweeper, the six shot, pump that sawd off
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i got the tillery when beef kick
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i got soldiers ready to march when that beef start
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i got niggaz be in that zone on that herion
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i got niggaz ready to kill when shit get real
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i got niggaz that play all out akirts of the field
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so get caught up in that place and your brain get spilled
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oh it's a game but it's a game of life or death
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you lose and can't continue if you get dome checked
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you get blues it's all what duck gonna be next
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come in that water and get wet
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think you can fuck with me, you thoughts will get upset
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i don't shot to hit i shot to kill
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believe me i don't shoot for fun when i shoot it's for real
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Come on nigga!
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[Chorus:]
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Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
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Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
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Come on, nigga Come on, time to do it nigga
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Nigga Come On, Nigga Come On Wodie!
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[Verse 3:]
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Give me the guns, i'm ready to bust one nigga
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my nuts hung nigga, since i was young nigga
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i get dumb nigga, with the M-1 nigga
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i sip some nigga, and i flip some nigga
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A uptown stunter, what the hell you think
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ready for war, BUT I AIN"T NO CAPTAIN OF NO GOT DAMN TANK!
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and you can take that to vegillity boy
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i'm burning up, i'm on fire is you smelling boy
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cause i be coming with the top down
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letting them know how the chop sound
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100 rounds tore the whole entire block down
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assault rifle with a drum and beam totter
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38 with a speed loader in my holster
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Mac ozze achine with a strap around my shoulder
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but if i pop my trunk i'm might just set off a damn explosure
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i'm off the wall, off the hook, off the chain
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got a sawd oil tec and i'm bout to knock off your brain
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tell em'
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[Chorus x2]
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You ain't gotta hollar wodie, here i come nigga! [x2]
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Come On
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Lil' Wayne |