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so you say you want it but
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if you really want it you
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gots to come and get it you
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pussy mother fucker!
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Verse 1:
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i fight fire with fire
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seekin rides with fire
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totin k's and 9's
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if you try to fuck nigga you dyin
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its like cops and robbers
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come and cop, ill rob ya
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goin to shops sellin bags of weed
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and dubbly blocks
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x pops some bottles
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he'll tell ya we got'em
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just a million sheet rocks
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and some of that baby powder
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breaker breaker 1-9
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dade county for lyin
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if you drop a dime for testifyin
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boy you dyin
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fuck all you motherfuckers
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bitches and undercovers
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move forward
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im goin over that and to ya brother
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who gonna protect ya then
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you best to check it in
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sellin highs tye-dye
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dont come back here again
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you damn backstabber
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i looked out for ya
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you used to be my homie
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till you put the cops on me
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oh boy its ugly
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you know i gots to cut ya
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you try me locker sucker
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so nigga mother fucker
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Verse 2:
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im from a city
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where they tote blocks, chop rocks
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round spinnin wheels
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and they'll steal ya car and
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send it to the chop shop
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50 slab,?????????????????
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couple grams in my draws
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we aint even in da club
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and everybody tipsy dawg
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down south dope winnin
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ride i'll smoke wit'em
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come i'd watch ya eye
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ride by smoke niggas
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call me mista toucan man
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i'll buy a new tan ban
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wit two k's in the palm of my hand
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this show aint planned
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where you stand is where you land
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sprayin with either hand
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we is a span like eagle's be land
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like Peter Pan and ????????
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rollin that reefer, holdin a lethal
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bell and a piece in my pants
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and when i see them people
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im actually gassed and a jack stashed
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in the mess with the cash
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pumpin that ??????
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and when you see me my pants matchin my brand
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brand matchin the band
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and the band matchin the benz homie
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and when im creepin im sneakin
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a bitch from France
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so freaky, she's so freaky
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she sleeps in the creeper
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Verse 3:
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Hey fuck boy!
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yeah you, where ya balls at
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i'll put 50 cal right where ya draws at
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and i'll kill all yall
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make ya bald head look
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like a bowlin ball
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i tried to tell'em, he aint understand
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so i sprayed his whole crib
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like the Orkin man
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about this money and this damn powder
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we in tha hood, we grind all the ten towers
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y'all put his ass in a pine box
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black suit, black tie wit da matchin socks
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for playin wit my damn cake
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i had yo ass layin still like some dead weight
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What? WHAT!
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on the grind for these mega-chips
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flippin baked lays
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and i aint talkin 'tata chips
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NIGGA!
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if he aint real then ya betta chill
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if he aint got my damn money im gon kill bill!
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Pussy M.F's
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Boyz N Da Hood |