Yeah
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Serious now
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Serious
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All my niggas
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ONE TWO
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Line up and
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COME THROUGH
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I got shit for all of you to wild out and
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DUMB TO
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Back and bust your gun too
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Nowhere to run to
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This shit is the jerk
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So run your jewels and your ones too
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All my bitches
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WHAT WHAT
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I like your whole strut
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Bounce and hold your ass out
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Make it open and close shut
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Watch me bust a whole nut
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Right over your whole butt
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Slice you down with the dick
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Just like you was a cold cut
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OH FUCK
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Now watch me dig all in your whole gut
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Stuff it like a roast duck
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Fucking packing a toast
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WHAT WHAT
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What about you slapping the shit up out ya
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Flipmode
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We them niggas
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And I'ma always shout ya
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See how we high rollers
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Smoking till we high zoning
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Niggas on the corner
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Clutter the streets in the nights roaming
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Now see how we got you open
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My niggas hold your post
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Bitches if your riding with me
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Let's see who rocks the most
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[Chorus:]
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All my niggas (What what)
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We coming through (What what)
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Repping for my niggas and my bitches too (What what)
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Back and bust your gun too
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Nowhere to run to
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Black out in the truck
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Until there's no club to come to
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All my bitches (What what)
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We coming through (What what)
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Repping for my bitches and my niggas too (What what)
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Bounce and shake your ass out
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Break fool and black out
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Hit you with some shit
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That will make all y'all just pass out
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Know I keep that hot shit
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Fuck up your block shit
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Have y'all niggas stupid
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On some straight cock your glock shit
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Everytime we drop shit
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There's no way to stop shit
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Bust y'all niggas ass
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Then like to sit back and pop shit
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Yo we bout to lace y'all
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Deface the place y'all
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With shit that feel just like
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A fucking foot in your face y'all
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Is you with me?
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(HELL YEAH!)
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Before I hit y'all
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Flipmode be the niggas
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That will be sure to split y'all
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We will never quit y'all
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We won't permit y'all
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Whack niggas to come inside
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Like they be the shit y'all
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FUCK THAT!
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Yeah you know we blaze
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And we wreck shop
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Put it down for live niggas
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While we watch the next fly
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All my niggas pass through
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Before we blast you
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This shit so real
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I don't have no need to gash you
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We will never calm down
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We won't put the bombs down
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Rep for all my niggas
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And we won't put the arms down
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(Yeah you know we keep it coming)
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Yo people is good for nothing
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(Ay yo!)
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Hot to death with shit that always keep you jumping
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And rush the dance hall
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Until all they ass fall
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I make you other corny niggas
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Get off the damn wall
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And then we bless y'all
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With the currently fresh y'all
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And hit y'all niggas with flavor
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Nothing less than the best y'all
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Now we see how we got you open
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My niggas hold your post
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All my bitches wylin with me
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Let's see who rocks the most
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[Chorus:]
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All my niggas (What what)
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We coming through (What what)
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Repping for my niggas and my bitches too (What what)
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Back and bust your gun too
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Nowhere to run to
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Black out in the truck
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Until there's no club to come to
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All my bitches (What what)
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We coming through (What what)
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Repping for my bitches and my niggas too (What what)
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Bounce and shake your ass out
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Break fool and black out
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Hit you with some shit
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That will make all y'all just pass out
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We Comin' Through
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Busta Rhymes |