[Intro: Twon Gabz]
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Def Squad! Yo!
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[Verse 1: Twon Gabz]
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I see plots under disguises, lies under toned in the tone
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Of another grown man like damn what the fuck he on?!
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Child's Play and like Chucky's clone
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Good fortune moved out his house, so his luck is gone
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Frontin like nothin's wrong, that's who I'm lookin out for
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Niggas grillin me like they livin and cookin outdoors
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So I'm keepin my mouth closed and my eyes wide
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Come at me get that beef pattie like five guys
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Y'all cakes is soft flakes Raisin Brand
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My phrase is make a man take a stand Doc Frankenstand
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It's the weirdest science, it's clear defiance
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Eat up the cats like lions, they fear alliance
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Niggas look at the stars, wishin they had cars
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But ain't no genies in the bottle only cush in jars
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They look at ours, and compare with there's
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Ballin out over here don't meanin missin hairs
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There grimey catch me if you find me
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I walk with a rear view mirror to see behind me
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That's not paranoia that's bein alert
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It separates from bein alive to bein in dirt
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[Chorus: Twon Gabz (Sample)]
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Huh! You got that bread watch your back ("LOOK OUT!")
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Niggas, wish they had what you got ("LOOK OUT!")
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Wait! Hold up what's that?! ("LOOK OUT!")
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Homey you better ("LOOK OUT!") Don't let 'em catch you like ("AHHHHHHH!!!")
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Huh! You got that bread watch your back ("LOOK OUT!")
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Niggas, wish they had what you got ("LOOK OUT!")
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Wait! Hold up what's that?! ("LOOK OUT!")
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Homey you better ("LOOK OUT!") Don't let 'em catch you like ("AHHHHHHH!!!")
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[Verse 2: Erick Sermon]
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Huh! Everyday I wake up Twon it's good news
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I feel dynamite like I'm Tom or Cruise
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OOOH! I do's it (HOW COME?) The best could
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Mr. International you see me on Westwood
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London I'm there on a first class ticket
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I'm a star, 'cause that's how Beckett I kick it
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The band and yeah, I'm runnin rapid
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Access is granted so I'm takin advantage, damnit
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Yeah! I'm underrated (Uh!)
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I'm important like when life was created by God when he made it
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Yeah! You a loser I am the future
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Even though, I'm the past I'm the future
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Still that producer, makin that Elroy Jetson (Uh Huh!)
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The next shit, can't you hear this perfection
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Feel my aggression nigga
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I'm hungry, great depression nigga
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Twenty pounds gone I changed my whole figure
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Jesus piece around your neck and you a killer
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UMMM!!! Go figure
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Yeah! You keep sayin you a gangsta?! Please!
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You a saint, and doin you would be a Drew Brees
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[Chorus: Twon Gabz (Sample)]
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Huh! You got that bread watch your back ("LOOK OUT!")
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Niggas, wish they had what you got ("LOOK OUT!")
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Wait! Hold up what's that?! ("LOOK OUT!")
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Homey you better ("LOOK OUT!") Don't let 'em catch you like ("AHHHHHHH!!!")
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Huh! You got that bread watch your back ("LOOK OUT!")
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Niggas, wish they had what you got ("LOOK OUT!")
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Wait! Hold up what's that?! ("LOOK OUT!")
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Homey you better ("LOOK OUT!") Don't let 'em catch you like ("AHHHHHHH!!!")
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Look Out
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Erick Sermon |