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Ain't no block too hot
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Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
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Hot boy nigga grab the glock
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So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks
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Ain't no block too hot
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Me and my niggas bout to open up shop
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Hot boy nigga grab the glock
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So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks
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Master P:
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Every bag of that raw
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We hustle in the park
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From dusk to dawn nigga
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From dawn to dark
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Now if you tweakin, boy
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You better be creepin
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But if you beefin, nigga
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You bout to be sleepin
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Me and my dogs
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We don't fuck with you cats
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Go to the pen
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Don't fuck with no rats
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See this shit is real
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I sleep with one eye open
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See in the ghetto
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Niggas gotta be pistol totin
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A thousand fuckin' grams
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That's what I'm workin' with
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Come short on the D
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You know what you twerkin' wit
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It's murder
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I represent the third ward
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We tote mac 11's
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If I die, write my name in the sky
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My niggas bust yo' ass
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Yall gon' know why (baby)
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Chorus:
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Roll roll roll ya dough
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Up and down the street
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On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money
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Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me)
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(repeat)
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Krazy:
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It's a problem
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I ain't get my hands dirty wit ya
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??? gon' come get ya
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Chopper split ya
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A young soldier
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Plottin' to rule the world with riches
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Ask P to use this Hummer so I can fuck some bitches
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Run the block all week
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Trying to dodge the cops
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Niggas prayin' on my death before my album drops
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My niggas wearin wires
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Feds tappin' my phone
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Send a check to IRS so they can leave me alone
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Told my dog believe you we can rule the world
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He didn't listen
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He'd rather stuff his nose with furl
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They found him dead in the project
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Brains on the ground
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When you a fiend
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That's the way the game go down
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Chorus
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Mystikal:
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I'm from the ? chopper too!
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Come fuckin' around wit me ain't no tellin' what I'ma do!
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Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd probably lose my shoe!
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That nigga chokin!
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Motherfucker coughin' up blood
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Well fuck the ?????
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You don't want that drama to come to you!
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Yo' mama to come do you!
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Cuz HOT IRON will run ya through ya!
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You and yo' dudes don't be around cuz you'll catch a contact
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If you ain't got beef wit a nigga
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Don't be 'round beef
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You won't be on yo' back
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Silkk:
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Oh it ain't my fault
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We'll dead these niggas
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Can't move we infrared these niggas
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We'll do these niggas
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Black proof these niggas
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Close casket these boys
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Black suit these niggas
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We'll blast these niggas
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Walk past these niggas
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And ride on these bustas
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Just keep mashin these niggas
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And after we do it
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We'll toss the tec
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And ghetto
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Plus I know not else but to fuckin' floss the set
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You ain't gotta ask who's hot
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Who's on top
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I gotta question to ask yall foreal
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Tru or not
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If I got two guns
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I'm sure one gon' bust
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If I got two niggas wildin' out
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When I bust, one gon' duck
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The one that's wildin' the most
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That's the one I'ma bust
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He still trippin' after that
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I'ma give him two cuz he don't think one was enough
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Chorus
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Roll Roll
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