[Sugar J]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
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Check me out, yo
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This is J 'Sug', yo
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I know you been around the world, man
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I don't fuck wit' the sheisty niggas
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I don't fuck wit' the sheisty hoes
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I done did it all, nigga
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[Loon]
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Yo, what would make a scared man pull a trigga'?
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The same thing that make a scared man act bigga'
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The same thing that make me grab my tec and empty quicker
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Adrenaline rush, on the hush
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You will die fuckin' wit' us
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Vacant lot is my home and In my team I trust
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So don't talk about them things if yo' things don't bust
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I knew a guy like you, his name was Filipe
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Had me on 3-way with the D.A.
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Tryin' to find out where we stay
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So on my 24th b-day I'm locked up in V.A.
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He don't know my guns turn commotion to slow motion
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Then from slow motion to no motion
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Run up in the place he hip hoppin'
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Spit shots in, clip droppin', if I get caught, get Cochran
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And give Pedro my pesos so he don't snitch while I lay low
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For 'bout a week or two
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Come back like peek-a-boo, you see me, I see you
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And if you talk, you be in ICU
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[Cardan]
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Yo, yo, this Cardan
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I know you know a hundred brotha's that sheisty
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Like I know a hundred brotha's that's real
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But I think it's time you know how we chill
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[Meeno]
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1 - I have been a hundred places and nothin' excites me
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Hit a hundred hoe's and none of them wifey
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For every thousand that love me
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A hundred don't like me
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So how you wit' a hundred cats and none of the sheisty?
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[Drag-On]
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We the niggas wit' the homicides
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And got niggas the most traumatized
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And how they actually sat there and watched they mama die
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But don't worry about it, you second
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Just had to get her first
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Cuz she was the one that gave birth
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And we can't have no more dirt in the earth
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I hate to be the last nigga to turn off your lights
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Without usin' a switch, and throw you in a ditch
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Ya body don't fit, cuz niggas could still see ya kicks
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So do you really wanna take that risk?
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So unball ya fists cuz I'm always a step ahead of ya'll
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You ball ya fists, I cock back
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You take a swing and you got that
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And that's what they gon' mop at
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This gun is from a foreign land
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I don't know why it got it in my hand
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And I'm gonna get off every penny
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I don't care if its automatic or semi
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If I payed 300 flat, that means I'mma send a hundred cats back
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If 300 attack, but it don't hafta be an exact
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I'm gonna get the gatts and get 'em all in one house, and run out
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And sprinkle some on the grass, and spit on it
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And come back to a pile of ash
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Repeat 1
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[Meeno]
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Yo, yo, yo, a hundred sheisty, a hundred and quicker
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We strap up inside the 18-wheeler
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A drug dealer with cold cash, but so as
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To get his stash would be no task with no mess
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Love to get you hot and blast, than fast
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My infared beam is on yo' ass, my team is on yo' ass
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Plot and schemin' on yo' ass
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That bitch you came wit' stay screamin' on her ass
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Put three on her ass cuz nigga, we love the cash
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Harlem World niggas got G's in the stash
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No questions asked, time will tell, Heaven or hell
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You don't wanna be the nigga who be catchin' the shell
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Meeno, and then I be, be the team to prevail
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So when you pray, tell Jesus how you wanna be helped
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MuthaFucka!!!!
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Rock-a-bye baby [repeated til end]
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Repeat 1 until fade
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100 Sheisty's
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Drag-on |