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[Styles Paniro]
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Yo, yo I could keep my eyes closed, still reading the signs
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Young niggas think they hungry then you feed em a nine
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Might kidnap they ass start feedin em swine
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So I don't feel bad when I gut em like a pig
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Beat him down, stomp him out, cut him like he big
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You hear the attitude I say fuck being humble
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You act like a animal you stuck in the jungle
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Niggas don't care if I'm poor or rich
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So I don't care about these niggas and the law and shit
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And I'll probably get shot for being a wild nigga
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You'll probably get shot for being a foul nigga
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Let's talk about slugs and the drugs we deal
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Boys fight, men kill, get they money and chill
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Real recognize real I aint sayin a word
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Doin 80 in the M that means I'm stayin in third
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With a bitch playin shottie AK in the third
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[Sheek Louch]
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Don't worry bout what I make worry 'bout can you escape
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Cuz when I bust my guns bring more action than roll take
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Nickel your hallway, I got aim from far
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Y'all can't see me like the tints on the president's car
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I know niggas don't like me and my friends wanna flip
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That's why I'm on some extra all about Sheek shit
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Your money, Sheek shit, your bitch, Sheek shit
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Only thing I'm gonna share is these bullets here
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Bitch ass that's for frontin now don't say I never gave you nothin
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I'm greedy, go head, don't say I never saved you somethin
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Pack gun nigga but don't want no stack
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I drink straight liquor til I forget where I'm at
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I don't play no games nigga, drugs my 'cupation
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In a building hustlin that's Sheek's play station
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Motherfuckers wanna ride by and ice grill
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Change that to ice dick, show me motherfucker that you can kill
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HOOK: Styles Paniro
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17 shots in a clip, 28 grams in an ounce
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Everybody bounce, 26 inch hues on a truck
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36 O's in a key, everybody ree
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Murder One felons with the glocks, 24 hours on the block
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Bodies gettin dropped, 5000 niggas actin live
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5000 niggas gotta die, everybody better ride
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[Jadakiss]
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Y'all niggas better find out who's your man
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It don't work in the hood you could fool your fans
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Few bullets in your jeans soon to ruin your plans
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Then I show up at the wake and boo-hoo at your fam
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If you like me you never'll fail
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Live by the three rules you make it, or be dead or in jail
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And I aint really got much but I'm up on cats
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And Kiss don't just spit I throw up on tracks
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Double R now bitch you see the princess cut
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I'm in a 2000 big boy the tense is up
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Y'all niggas is soft, catch me with the semi
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Underneath the Fendi, sweater, skully, and scarf
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Make sure you don't say nothing to Jay
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And keep your dirt, I don't smoke nothin but hays
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I'ma do this the old way get it while I can get it
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As much as I can get then I'ma go my own way
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[Drag-On]
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Ayo I keep my guns like laundry
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I dump a load, make niggas fold, watch em die, and let em drip dry
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Gon spill pints from niggas, my rapid fire put niggas in black attire
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Stuffed in the hearse, then dumped in the dirt
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I live eternal, cuz if Drag pass away
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I'ma come back with wraps on my face, blastin an eighth
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February 8th, that's the day
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You better cop like it's crack, or get masking taped til you suffocate
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Bitches, y'all gettin your feelings hurt
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2000 I aint fuckin no more, I'm makin bitches jerk til I squirt
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All my bitches work, like upside down from the poles
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Lift that skirt, give this dick what it's worth
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Double R, see the icicles on the chest
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Hungry niggas come snatchin, I throw bullets run catch em
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Ruff Ryder scene Drag the fire
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But we could take it swingin them irons til the bangs is flyin
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HOOK 2X
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Ready for War
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The L.O.X. |