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[Young Bleed]
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Go get that paper Lil Pop, fuck all that drama and drag
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Don't stop for nuttin my noggin just put it down with a sag
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I never knew nothin better than choppin cheddar for cheese
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Passin my enemies, blowin in the breeze
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Don't make it no murder my nigga, niggaz die young where I'm from
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Sippin on redrum, poppin til the dead drunk
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Make money my nigga but keep it real doe cause Soldier boyz
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be stompin in steel toes, with nuttin to live foe, ya heard me fool?
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That's how I come up, that's how it go down
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Niggaz and bitches make the world go 'round, without a sound
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We clown low down and dirty with the Dirty Dirty flippin
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from a nickel bag of weed, to a thirty thirty
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Holla at ya boy, umeployed, in the welfare line gettin mine
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smellin like a pound of paiyan, however we shine
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in blind fury dodgin the judge and the jury
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They wanna beat me but can't see me cause they vision too blurry
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I ride from state to state, seein them checkin my plate
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It's like, everywhere you go they gotta playa hate a nigga main
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I do my thang from here to Maine, like it ain't no thang (What? Uhh)
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Cause see you gotta let em hang main, fuck that shit
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[Maxinelli]
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Nigga, get your minnnnd right, cause when the timmmmme's right
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Niggaz'll put yo' ass to sleep, I thinks deep (Huh bro?)
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Fuck what you heard, you gots to see to believe
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And if you blind to visualize a nigga chasin this cheese
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Down on my knees at my bedside, sayin my grace
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cause in the mornin I'll be gone a nigga makin my way, OK
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I keep em jumpin like the jacks to little macks, my netti
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ready for confedi and FUCK what they tryin to tell me
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I'm bout to get it and the only way I know
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is rappin if it don't happen I'm makin bitches hit the flo', you know
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Fuck block to block hoe, it's coast to coast, and it's easy
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we G and do it legit those raps with locs
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On the fork but game sharper than a surgeon for scalpel
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You wanna battle no hassle come let me kick it whatcha asked foe
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and razzle yo' ass, nut up like heaven and hash
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as my little brain's tearin the tenament blast; they pity ass
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but I'm flickin my ashes stickin asses of bastards
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Fieldin shit like flea flickers and kickin it with G niggaz
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See what you makin with the raise at your job
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is what a nigga like this here can shake two days in the mob
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and I could (do what main?) be my own boss employed by the streets
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I'm chasin Jakes and player haitian on Friday the 15th
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with my Air Mack splendid Nike's on my feet
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With weed in the air, soul secluded from the police
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Cause I'm a little on the wild side, thuggin and pluggin
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that make a nigga wanna jack for the fuck of it, but see
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I makes peace to get the shit a nigga wish he could have
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Long as you stay the fuck out they pop a brand new bag, nigga what?
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lil poppa got a brand new bag
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young bleed |