We gone do it like this
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From the A-T-L
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all the way down to the 305 MIA
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Cocaine capital nigga
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yeah the boyz n da hood
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The bizness is bitches
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the pussy i keep in my pocket
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the niggas keep watchin
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they know I'll be rockin my watches
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G's keep knockin
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they know I'll be shootin to spot 'em
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the boyz n da hood strictly distribute the product
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my niggas get slizzard
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I'm smokin and chillin in pradas
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fuck a 9 to 5
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we gone just do what we gotta
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I'm in the chevy thang
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everything runnin is proper
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dont come to close
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cuz I'm subject to ?? my chopper
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we in the streets (in the streets)
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who got the weed (got the weed)
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i got a couple keys
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wanta eat fuck wit me
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you dont want to see me pissed off (yeah)
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fuck until my dicks off (boyz n da hood)
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nigga this is riff ruff
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now i rock a lot of ice cuz I'm keepin it slum (im keepin it slum)
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six lugs at the bottom lockin
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keep 'em in tone
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crack rock cocaine what we keep where I'm from
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you dont believe me nigga come and see where I'm from
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keep 2 or 3 heaters dug deep in my bum
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the police tryin to keep the concrete on my palm
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but i got shit to do
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and I got bricks to move (okay)
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but y'all are playin for 4 mil
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you can get for 2 nigga
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and try to play me dude
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and I'm gone put yo ass in some baby shoes
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and I dont mean the ones that your babies use
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i know i talk about my niggas a lot
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but i shoot too
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give me something to nut up about
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and watch me shoot you
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[chorus]
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I woke about 6 in the mornin
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gotta get paid fuck moanin and groanin
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hit the block get the truck rollin (rollin)
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by the night time our pockets is swollen (swollen)
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I woke about 6 in the mornin
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gotta get paid fuck moanin and groanin
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hit the block get the truck rollin (rollin)
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by the night time our pockets is swollen (swollen)
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from dust to dawn we stay posted up in project homes
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keep a plastic tone y'all want it bring it on
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we'll creep up in yo home
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hangin by yo bitches thongs
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say you's a gorilaa say what happened to king kong
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we real play makers and this is not ESPN
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welcome to the gutter
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now watch the shit fest begin
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ain't no fuckin Jack Triple but I'm bakin cakes
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plus my cakes triple what that fag makes
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fuckin just to stay awake makin sure i dont stumble
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granted till my bank statement look like social security numbers
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call us cookie monsters makin cookie niggas crumble
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catch a double digit jersey number if you fumble
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I'm gone tote the poll lock and load
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shoot till you hear that BOW
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take my time speak my mind like I'm ??
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got a country slang baby you can tell aint it
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you can kill too a lot of us got them feds at us
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still keep a stankin kitchen
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cuz in the midst of the caine on the way the crack smell durin the intermission
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triple beam hand held hanksty
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got some caine stain colored on the finger nail
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chrome black dished back up til i ??
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saw him walk a thin line but its not a fat red
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I'm gone rap for these packed heads
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gats crack sells sex and blacks that want to stapck mils
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smokin on the purple stack runnin in yo house ramblin wondering where the work is at
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hoes in the third still hollerin wheir the purses at
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phone in atlanta ring the family where they murked at (hey)
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6:45 am lifes great got the bacon soda I'm cookin pancakes (thats right)
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where I'm from nigga I'm the man
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take him out, break him down like a lap dance (yeah)
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I ain't playin i got hella choppers
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call my partnas then they got helicopters
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(thats right)
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just like my old job but a lil' different (what)
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I used to work at churches chicken
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but now i cook my chicken to my own kitchen
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a kitchen fork and a glass pocket
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try to rob if you want get ya ass shot
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[chorus]
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