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[Verse 1]
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I make my block move like earthquakes, they call me sandman
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Cuz while I smoke this up, I got coke to cut
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Leavin niggas so doped up, they chokin off they throw up
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Can't even see straight, leanin like they need V8
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Nigga call a g eighth, jail I can't see me in
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A year's too long it's only shorter you got three in
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I run with niggas on the run from 25
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Y'all only heard me for 18 months, already I wanna spray shit up
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Keep braggin about your cars I'ma see drama before it happens
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When I roll up hard, you wonder what the fuck cab I'm in
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Cuz I can pop up and peel back and all I can promise is peel caps
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With holes, like the bullets was damn near pose
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I see your Lex duped out, your sunroof's out
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Now look at me droppin three in your dome two to your mouth
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Leave a nigga head blowin his horn, with his signals on
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Don't lie before a snitch call cops I'm fall blocks
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See I spit hard cuz I know that's what y'all want
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Y'all aint said it first, I'm droppin with a odor out my trunk
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Now what the hell is that, you smell that?
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All you see is a shoelace teared up from the back
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Like I'm fishtailin a Ac
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And who I sound like? C'mon dog my voice drown mics
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But nigga don't compare, stop talkin and come here
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You know where I be at, BX and nigga bring that
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I already got mine, the only difference I pop mine nigga
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HOOK: Styles Paniro
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Ruff Ryder nigga, carry the pound
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Get engaged with these bullets, then marry the ground
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Drag dash On the fire is real
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We don't talk about guns, we will pop our steel
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You don't sound like us, get down like us
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Make a nigga mom frown like us, we Ruff Ryde
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Til I say enough died, I'ma still bust mine
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Finished with the pound, then I'm startin with the nine
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[Verse 2]
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I don't sound close to niggas, niggas runnin around
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Rollercoasting niggas, I make post of niggas
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When I put the toast to niggas
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Let me see y'all niggas run, cuz when I tote float niggas
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And deep throat niggas
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Spit flame, drop of a dime, drop of a quarter
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I'm the real reason why niggas rush the border
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They dont plea 'bout they freedom, they just wanna see him
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So I can speak words to tease em, and mislead em
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To have 'em smuggle me guns, smuggle me drugs
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Fuckin with thugs, cuttin niggas up just out of love
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Drag buy guns in New York, hell naw!
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I got cubans send me cuban cigars for these bars
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So fuck y'all cuz all I could tell y'all the rest is no tax
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I'm fire so y'all could never be no macks
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Last nigga touched that couldn't get his skin back
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Came in in all white, left out in all black
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When I pop mine, my bullets ignore stop signs
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So when you feel a burnin sensation, know it's clock time
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You know like 2 to 6, or 3 to 9
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9 to 12 and under that, aint nothin but shells
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Pick em up, throw em right at myself
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Tell a kid this is for every bad month that daddy sent to hell
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Those that wanna be like, shoulda just been Mike
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And when you see me in the streets, we could do it like Nike
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HOOK
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Drag Shit
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Drag-On f/ Styles |