[talking:]
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3rd Coast what, know I'm tal'n bout uh
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Smoke some'ing, hol' up
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[Lil' O:]
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Man I rush you, two glocks drawn and bust you
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You a lil' nigga I'm heavyweight, I'll crush you
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Touch you, right in front of your partnas like fuck you
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And won't nan one them niggaz say shit, I hush fools
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When they see what I pack, they say damn who is that
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It made that nigga sounding soft, flipped and land on his back
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And we don't want none of that, mayn fuck that nigga
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We wasn't close anyways, I had to bust that nigga
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Quick to do a 1-8-7, on niggaz tattle telling
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Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, put seven in his melon
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Then hopped into the Lac, then I'm bailing
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But that's what he get, for fucking round with these felons
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Cause you a snitch, true this ass nigga
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Grab the ski mask, and come do your ass nigga
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And really I don't give a damn who you is nigga, cause I'm way too raw
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See you bump you dick suckers, man I bump boys off
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[Hook:]
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Someone snitching to the laws, we gon hang that snitch
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Straight bang that bitch, cause we trying to get rich
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Ain't no time for no haters, being all in our mix
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We gon hang that snitch, straight bang that bitch
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[Pimp C:]
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I'm gripping the grain, buying a sweets
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Playing with candy toys, I'm staying strapped with the heat
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The dime to the nickel, and the nickel to the dime
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Boys is talking down, but I'm still busting for mine
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He done got one, he back on the streets told em I was top gun
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Now they planning the Sweet, and now the motherfucking FED's
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They got, the phone tapped
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But when them bitches get here, you gon be full of hot caps
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And it ain't all about this rap, it's all about the snaps
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The syrup and the sap, I left the shit off in his lap
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I had to bust a cap, now give a nigga dap
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Man fuck them niggaz telling, all them bitches take a nap
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The police in Port Arthur, they hate a nigga guts
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But deep down in my soul, they could eat a nigga nuts
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They try to set us up, but my mouth never budge
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Dedicated to my niggaz, doing forty behind drugs
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[Hook:]
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Someone snitching to the laws, we gon hang that bitch
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Straight bang that bitch, cause we trying to get rich
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Ain't no time for no haters, being all in our mix
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We gon hang that snitch, straight bang that bitch
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Dog this boy I know too much, cause we got tagged quick
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Let's hang that snitch, straight bang that bitch
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Have him sleeping with the fish, for fucking over the click
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We gon hang that snitch, straight bang that bitch
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[Bun B:]
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Yes we are the jet setters, go-getters and chest wetters
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The fo' head sweaters, with big black ass barettas
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The Dr. Feel-Good's, with the real good connections
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On political election, and cocaine importion
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With the coast guard protection, and china white distribution
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All through your section, fifteen woman selection
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For whom, I got no affection
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But help me keep my erection, with no plexing
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I guess I'm just another clowning ass Texan, diamond teeth grilling
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Pivet relaxing, texting hoes sexing
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Jazzy belts flexing, next in line
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In the book, to be the made men
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Getting high in hotel rooms, Kapone stayed in
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That Gotti played in, and Clinton got laid in Marion got high in
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And Bun got paid in, so soon as the big broad sang
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I pull this thang, and leave your ass bang
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[Hook:]
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[talking:]
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Yeah fresh, (for 9-9) you hater ha-ha
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Huh UGK and Lil' O, (Lil' motherfucking O)
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We done wrecked it, promised we done wrecked this motherfucker
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(hol' up) man hold up, (we gone) later
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Who Snitching?
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Lil' O |