*featuring Troy Mitchell
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What
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Yo yo yo yo yo yo
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Ha ha
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It ain't over baby
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It dont stop like dat dat dat datdat dat
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Wah-kump
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Dat datdat dat
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Wah-kump, wah-kump
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Dat dat dat datdat dat
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Wah-kump
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Come on
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One question:
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Who be the thug that yall love most?
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Or give a toast to this freestyle drug dose
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The thug muscle
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So whistle if you hear clear
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Gon' get you close and yous a dead man like last year
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See most fear
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The marvelous, alias
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You dare discuss and get yo muthafuckin head crushed
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These slugs bust the most wanted when they just appointed
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I stomp dogs and leave em froze because you know you fronted
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Too many MC's not clearly on this hype tip
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I'll fuck yo mic and catch you later on some snipe shit
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extended clips I represent because my thugs trip
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Easy boy, I'm stompin corners where them drugs flip
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Ali Baba snakin lakin trustin north shit
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You catch a grip or leave a don to climb the night hits
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It's mob official
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You test I'll leave you knock-knissued
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Bandaged up like a snitch cuz I ain't fuckin with you
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Straight up, we bringin' it
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What y'all, huh huh, V-A
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Know about this
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What y'all in Hampton, huh huh
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Know about this
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What y'all in p-town
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Know about this
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What y'All in Hoviay
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Know about this
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Check it out
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I'm ya p-town hit man
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I'll make ya shit man
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Pay my stick man to do my dirt
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I'm filthy rich man
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My thugs always hang around the top dog of all dogs
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Make em pick locks and spit glocks until you shit rocks
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I told you that I'm project strong
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You took me wrong and learned that thorough cats don't last long
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Alias the Don
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I leave it messy like I'm Joseph Pesci
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don't fuck around, you ever test me and you'll have to wet me
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I'm ghetto fabulous
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the mob crush the Lord just, never be discussed
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When there's dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush
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I rush club scenes like, "What?"
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Always carryin the bust
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The reason why, these niggas that ruck ain't had enough
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I hate to peel ya cabbage back, or bitch-slap
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Cuz otherwise you wouldn't quit that, to kidnap
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So what I'm sayin is, everybody's real within the game
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Alias be the fame, so you don't know my name, NIGGA WHAT
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What y'all V-A
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know about this
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What y'all in Hampton, what
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Know about this
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What y'all in Nomo
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Know about this
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What y'll in Chesapeake
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Know about this
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Bring it boy
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See I told y'all motherfuckers that my clique roll deep
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AK's and street sweeps gunnin down in ya peeps
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44's and Calico, Pretty Ricky and Low
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Thugs know
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The real on how I let shit go
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But if it's real, my niggas hold a forty and fill
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Mass grills, body armor, niggas trained to kill
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I'm at the point of no return, so I let shells spill
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Vinny Rush, Crazy JJ and Mush must chill
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And Killa K and Johnny Hesh steady aimin that steel
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Shit's for real, my nigga P and Mike might peel
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They get the gats and crazy stuff my brother love the ghetto tugs
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and set on top of niggas what let's straight wet the party up
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ESP was in the cut my rootin black, pull it up
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Is that enough?
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Y'all niggas still fail to call my bluff?
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And yet I told you, when left back cain't nobody knows you
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I suppose you
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Woulda kept your mouth closed like I told you
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What y'all in V-A
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Know about this- I told you
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What y'all in Nomo, what
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Know about this, what
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Bringin' It
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Timbaland & Magoo |