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[Intro:]
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"Yo?"
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"What's up?"
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"Ay what's up nigga?"
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"Guess what nigga?"
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"What?"
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"I done found them niggas."
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"You done found 'em?"
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"Fa sho."
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"No shit?"
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"And guess where they at?"
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"Where they at?"
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"In yo hood."
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"Oh it's on."
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"Nigga you need to get down here now."
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"I'm on my way."
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What? They done shot yo baby momma, what?!
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Aw, shhh
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Ah man, oh no it's gonna be (??) these niggas up man
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Real ballsy shit
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Yo, real ballsy partner
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I ain't got nothin' else to live for man
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What else is there to be for?
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These niggas want war or somethin'?
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You strapped? Come on, let's get these fools!
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[Daz Dillinger]
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I'm rollin through the streets, me and my homeboys watered out
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See me with it on everything, that's what we talkin 'bout
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Plottin, jackin, murder, robberies we specialize in that
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We'll make our pockets fat, weed, pistols and crack
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As a gangster livin it up, growin up in a scandlous town
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Automatic weapons wanna spray the town, lay the gang down
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Hangin out bangin all around, smackin fools in they mouth no doubt
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Showin these fools what we all about
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Big clout and money, that's what we all about
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You see we die for this color, money, respect and honor
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Serious about this game, kill for pennies and dollars
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I'm crucial and brutal to those that test
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Wanna be a G, represent the set
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See this ain't nothin new homeboy, see we aim't got stupid yet
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See we the finest of the finest and the bossest and bossest
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Doin what we do, major clout and so we flossin
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Get the fuck out the way, cuz here we come homeboy
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And my niggas don't play
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TQ
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[TQ]
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I'm up at mom's house taped up
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Three months rehabilitatin finally got my weight back up
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She told me "I'm gonna pray to God that you'll be alright"
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That's my only mamma nigga, she knows what's on my mind
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You shot my girlfriend when she was three months
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There went my children, found out it was more than one
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You've got me limpin and I can't move as fast
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But I swear on baby grave that I'm a get that ass
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What about my little sister, she used to get good grades
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But now she's paranoid, going to school with a 38
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Now how much of this do you think I'm gonna take?
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Nigga I'm comin back
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[Hook]
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All I'm sayin is you better not go to sleep
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I'm comin to get you nigga, you made too big a mess
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I'm comin back
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And you better be watchin everyone you meet
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Might not be the one who stick ya
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It could be one of your friends
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I'm comin back
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I won't lay down before you do, that's on me
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I'm tellin you fuck what you been thinkin
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I'm comin back
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All I'm sayin is you better not go to sleep
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I might be waitin to get ya
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I'm comin back
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[TQ]
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Friday night again and I got a new Benz
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Bust a left on 120th, I see you slippin
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This nigga's in my hood, tell me how can this be?
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Gotta thank the Lord for sendin this blessin down to me
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I get my glock ready, Beenie can't shoot this time
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Cuz I been feelin and dreamin, this motherfucker's mine
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I let my heat fly, I see him fallin down
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And all I'm hearin is kaplaw kaplaw plaw plaw
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After the smoke clears, I hear a baby screamin
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I'm tryin to figure out, but all I see is demons
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Father forgive me if I hurt this child, let me die tonight
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Walked up to the Beamer, see the kid's alright
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I hand him to his cryin mama, tell her turn away
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Somebody punched up daddy number and it's Judgement Day
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For anybody askin questions, you didn't even see my face
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I'm comin back
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[Hook]
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[Kurupt]
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Yeah, this for all y'all bitch ass niggas
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If you gonna blast, then blast
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If you gon think, think fast
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I'm movin emotion, a double dosage of dolja
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Give (??) a nigga ride his ride, slip slide
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Dash, slide slash cop, fuck aimin blast
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Blast dash, dash stash, that's for Daz
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TQ what the fuck they really wan do?
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Like they don't know a thing about me and you
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Don't trip, don't act a ass, don't do shit unless you down to blast
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G dog rollin with pounds of hash
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Forty cal colt in the back a stash
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Never go to sleep, better not tweak
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Punk what the fuck, TQ Kurupt, mash and dash
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Two hits and pass, first to last
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Bound to bounce, I'm a round em up then I'm a round em |