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featuring Eve, Hot Totti
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[Styles Paniro]
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Coming through shotgun stlye
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Cop one thou
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Need a hundred more
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What da fuck you runnin' for
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You don't wanna see it when we point a gun at yall
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Have everybody sayin' what the hell you done it for
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Muthafucker who you
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Nigga screw you
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Brought my two honnies and they rob shit too
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Strip butt naked
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Wher the da big faces
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Lil' ones too
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Changing off
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Styles coming through
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Danger core
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You in the wrong part of town 17 around
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You know the shit is fucked up when the feinds get down
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And you ask for a nigga, we ain't seen the clown
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[Eve]
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It's so ridiculous
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A snitch quick to bust
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Some cats sensitive
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Like a clit to bust
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Get blue balls tryna give da dick to us
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Double R
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Fuck hard
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Nigga spit you up
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When it comes to our blasting
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Outlasting
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Nigga prepare
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Cause thugging is a fad like a fashion
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Took out by my team nigga
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Thugging is a passion
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Gone give us the cash or a plaque claiming platnium
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You average
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Yall niggas quick to bitch
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My dogs
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Got a nigga quick to snitch
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Want more
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Why you acting like a virgin to dick
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Why you acting like you done got da clip to my shit
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[Sheek]
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Ay yo
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I gots to hide my dick
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Cause niggas ride my dick
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If ain't a nigga
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It's a chick that wanna suck my shit
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Always
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Got something to say about my click
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Snatch your walkman
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Guess who's tape was in that shit
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I put scars on niggas wit these bars
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And alot of hate in da air
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When I floss thes cars
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All this ice on ours
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We keep in da vault
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Bitch tell your man like Silkk the Shocker
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"It ain't my fault"
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Ay yo
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I drink till I'm barred
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Rock my chains on top of my scar
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To avoid a chest cold
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Pack guns till I'm old
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And I'm a still watch the brooker
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On some Scarface shit
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Caked out you muthafucker
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Still Doin' dirt I ain't your role model don
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Fucked up lifestyle
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I wouldn't teach to my son
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Dealing wit keys
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Big time drug dealer
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In and out of Genovese
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What you want pain killers
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I bounce on tracks
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Put platnium on wax
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Buisness type
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Only way to reach me is the fax
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What you want nigga
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[Hot Totti]
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I'll tell you what I want nigga
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Dat knick knack
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Rollin' in dat black Lex
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Strep in my lap
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Gettin' ready for dat payback
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Some say that down south boss could never be booted
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I'm schooled
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So let me skill this ruler for this rouger
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Do ya
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Stick ups for shady doers
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I knew to much as a youngster
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I was already ruined
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I'm on a paper route
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So I watch out for back stabbers
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I shoot for da loot cause I'm a money stack grabber
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Black Queen
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Wit a spirit of lack a Alackteen
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Stack green
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Generate mad cream
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Like da wickers I love on da perk
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Till he pass out
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Then Wake up in the morning wit his cash out
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Hustle to stay rich
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That's why I came quick
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So when the game switch
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I'll still be the same bitch
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[Jadakiss]
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I don't care if you an east coast nigga
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Or a west coast nigga
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Just keep your heat close
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And your vest close nigga
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When it go down
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Are you gonna pop your clip
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Or let these mark ass niggas
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Try to stop your grip
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I don't think so homes
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My guns is chrome
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And they fit right in your hand
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So they easy to throw 'em
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When I kick in the door
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Gimme the coke and the cola
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Think it's a joke
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I'm aiming at your girls rollers
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Muthafucker
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It gets no better than that
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I hope you improve whateva you lack
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Most niggas get killed inthe streets
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Cause they never be strapped
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But remember this
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Ryde or Die where ever you at
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I got dogs
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That'll put yall in the dirt for me
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So I can get old and tell my kids turf stories
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Nigga
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Shotgun Style
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The L.O.X. |