[talking]
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These niggas funny bunny man, funny ass niggas
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With all these, funny ass hugs, funny ass handshakes
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All this, hey what's up ah nigga, I ain't your motherfucking friend nigga
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I know you wanna see me all feet broke, looking bad nigga
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Or dead in these streets, but you know what nigga
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It's fuck me, naw nigga it's fuck you nigga
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I don't like nan one of you cocksuckers nigga
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This year it's all about me bitch, I'm one deep nigga
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A bunch of money, a bunch of hoes, a bunch of guns nigga
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Getting ready for you cowards nigga, I knew the day was coming nigga
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I knew one day it was all gon boil down to this nigga
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So, I've just been getting my shit right, waiting for you punks
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[Lil' O]
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I got a call from my dog
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[Poppy]
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Oh, word on the street
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These niggas plotting on you baby, want you murdered this week
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Man I was up at Cornbread's, when I heard from a freak
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Jackers gon try to wet you, from your shirt to your feet
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[Lil' O]
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I burst out my sleep, hopped up adrenaline pumping
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Like a dick in a bitch, man I knew they'd be coming
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Wanting my bricks, want dough, wanting my onions
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And the way my wife look, they'd probably want my woman
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What left to do, but mob up and get your crew
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I got dressed, and I hopped in a Lexus Coupe
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I called Poppy on the phone (oh, what next to do)
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Meet me at the Texaco, don't forget the tools
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I got my hard hat on, we bout to put in some work
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These niggas bout to get put in the dirt
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I'm like a AIDS needle, nigga in your jugular, I put in the hurt
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You niggas bout to get put in the church, motherfuckers
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[Chorus x2]
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Cause niggas wanna get me for my life, but I'm ready
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Jackers wanna get me for my ice and my feddy
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You must think I'm soft in the streets, I'm deadly
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4-5 steady, nigga I'm ready
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[Poppy]
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Man I'm coming with the L the same, touch open it's hell to pay
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I got something for those, who wanna take our wealth away
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Niggas I'm through talking, there ain't got nothing else to say
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I won't stop spitting, till your physical health decay
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Until you dead from the belt down, plotting to jack
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And trying to catch my nigga slipping, and put glocks to his back
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Snatch his clothes, his jewels and them knots that he stack
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And leave him naked, face down with shots in his stocking cap
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But it ain't popping like that, we leave jackers brain dead
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We ready for y'all, don't make me put a flame through your head
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My niggas open, mine only know to make your brain lead
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Till everybody call you Kool-Aid, cause your shirt stain red
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Y'all better move around, black or stay back
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I know cats that spray gats, ready to make you faggots lay back
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I got something for you cowards, trying to take our chips
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I'll have you needing body work, that Maco can't fix
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[Chorus x2]
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[Lil' O]
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We got a tip they at the butt naked
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How ironic, cause we gon leave em butt naked
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With some bullets in they skulls, and they but taken
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Cause my niggas into torturing and butt raping, we ain't right
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Pulled up at the club, it's a murder at late night
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Caught em coming out with they partnas, to take flight
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And even though I know it ain't right, to take life
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I got my chopper ready to cut em, like steak knifes
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Hopped out saying, playboy you looking for me
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Half a second, that's how long it took him to peep
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One second, that's how long it took him to flee
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One and a half, how long it took me to squeeze
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Say goodbye, why do jacking niggas always think that they fly
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Think they bulletproof, think they can't die
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Had to show him, fuck with O you'll get done in the blink of a eye
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Now you dead bitch, think I'ma cry, cocksuckers
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[Chorus x2]
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I'm Ready
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Lil' O |