[Chorus X6: La the Darkman]
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Hustler, gettin yo cash, now throw ya sets up
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Gangsta, gettin yo cash, now throw ya sets up
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[Yung Joc]
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I got big nuts, they call me big drawers
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Cut the work four ways, they call me Jigsaw
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I'm posted on the block with my dick in hand
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Chevy super clean, the call it spic and span
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Ask me where I live, what I represent
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I'll tell ya'll the first letter of the alphabet
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Yeah I do this shit, and I ain't never lie
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I am hip-hop, bitch it never died
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No who got sumthin to say, we got gun play
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I seen you at the car, first class, one way
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Yeah I got airlines, east and the west coast
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Niggas on the bottom of the map got the best dope
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I betcha bitch'll break her neck just to know Joc
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Then I take time to beat her back, beat her throatbox
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The .44 cocked, throw shots through your o spot
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No door lock, ?? shot three or four cops
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[Chorus X5]
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[Willie the Kid]
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Ayo, Duffle Bag Willie, magnify my swag
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It's Mr. Cop Heavy, pop, remove my tag
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Keep a steady hand, I'm not a petty man
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I make it rain on bitches, the confetti man
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Fifty nine fifty capo on tilt, my ratchet is filled
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Put you on the back of the milk
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I'm focused, DeRay when I'm taking a shot
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I put you under the bus, the breaks and shocks
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My niggas move white blocks, but no styrofoam
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Willie The Kid, I got bars like xylophones
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Come on man, these niggas can't fuck with me
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We ran a train on your girl, you can't fuck with me
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I give my cash up, I'm very clever
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Niggas far from the point like Marietta
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A Town nigga, goin to flip number like score recorders
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This niggas change for a dollar like four quarters
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[Chorus X4]
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[Jadakiss]
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Word on the street is say ya'll bitch
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The AR spit, I get higher than JR Smith
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A lose lose situation, can't even win
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I seen niggas burn their bridges, they can't even swim
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I'm knee deep in the mob, any problems, I just send em to God
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I'm in the hood like benefit cards
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But this case got me lampin
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Old school Levi Jacket with the lamp skins, skully and a champion
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Wifebeater under the tee
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Got the champer's hand stamp on the bundle of d
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Got the throw away burners stashed under the tree
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Got my Baltimore nigga lookin out, now that's hustlin to me
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Can't wait to squirt lead in your back
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Kid it matter if it's a sale from the county or it's federal crack
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Kid, life on the back end or even a flat bin
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Either a flat bed, throw your sets up if you gettin the stacks in
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[Chorus X6]
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Throw Ya Sets Up
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Dj Drama |