[talking]
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Go to war, go to war
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Bitch nigga, bitch nigga, go to war
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Go to war (bitch nigga), go to war (bitch nigga)
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Bitch nigga yeah, what-what, yeah
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[Lil' O]
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Nigga I ain't gon play, and talk to you
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I'ma get the AK, and the chop for you
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How you walk around bumping, when you glockless fool
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Make niggaz gon play around, and try to box with you
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I'ma box you up, put you in a casket
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Cause niggaz get blasted, instead of they ass kicked
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In the 7-1-Tre, this shit is drastic
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Niggaz disappearing round this bitch, like magic
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I outlasted boys, cause I out-blasted boys
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Mashed on niggaz, whole crews got destroyed
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Hopped out of Houpes, with my K making noise
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To this day I got niggaz, running round paranoid
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Saying Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, man he after me
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Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, gon blast on me
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I didn't go nowhere, cause I owe Fat Rat some cheese
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And if he catch me, Fat Rat gon make me a casualty
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[Hook x2]
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Nigga I don't talk, or do no discussing
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I pick up that K, and start to head busting
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Leave a nigga face down, red like a Russian
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Then scratch off in the night for real, it ain't nothing
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[Lil' O]
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I got a AK-47, with bullets like cone heads
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And when I let it loose, it eat niggaz like corn bread
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You niggaz wanna fuck with me, well gon head
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I turn white T's, and jeans to tone red
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With my fifty shot AK, bitch nigga eater
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Twitch blips, like a stick shift on a Feeter
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Split like lips, when you hit with the heater
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Chew like chick lips, like you bit by a beaver
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Whoa, nigga it go down for real
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When the slugs hit your chest, and spin you round like wheels
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And fill your body with about, fifty pounds of steel
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Here go some words of advice, sit down and chill
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Cause playing round here, gonna get you done
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They playing round bees, gonna get you stung
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I'm a made nigga playa, I can get you hung
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But I'd rather get the K, and let it rip your lungs
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[Hook x2]
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[Lil' O]
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Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, boy I rip up blocks
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When I make my K, hiccup shots
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Are you a fool but I'm stupid I'm cupid, I hit your heart
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Don't make a nigga come, get you marks cause I will
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Make you niggaz hit the flo' and lie still
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When I grab the K, and bust like Wild Bill
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Y'all niggaz talk and play, I kill
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I think y'all better leave me alone, like Ideal
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Cause I ain't Mr. Friendly, or aww he's cute
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I'm Mr. AK, Mr. Aim-Cock-And-Shoot
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I'm Mr. Come-Through-In-A-Lexus, and pop the roof
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On all you hating ass niggaz, that's off of Screw
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Talking down on a playa, cause I got them figgas
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And I ride around in a drop, knocking Jigga
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And I stay on my note, like a opera singer
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And y'all wanna hate on me, boy I'm not the nigga
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[Hook x2]
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I Don't Talk
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Lil' O |