(feat. Sizzla, T-Streets)
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[LIL WAYNE:]
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Man a Rasta, shata, him oh fire and nobody enter
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Them troop shoot them run like them playa's oprah
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They know me kingdom, make em scream like em see em opera
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They smoke em weed, love em green like em grasshopper
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Man ah, drink a bottle of crystal, and baby Ana Baka
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But dnt think man slip, hima dreadda... wat the picture wanta
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Man a getin money, get tha bread to him bout stoppa
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Youngmoney done done fly like em helicopter
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U really wanna know wat goes in a nigga fofo
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Bulletshot found on the street, I'm yellow dem voko
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The president try and take him buy me, blow me bloco
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Who? Rastafarian... Juky gat them jump jump (ya ya ya)
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Flying uptown and kill tha man wen dey for rumble
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Man a murder kid, for they mother, aunty and uncle
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Man keeping me eye, in the rope,
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We play ay to... if em playa ay to me, then we go up in the done blow
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[SIZZLA:]
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Itz Ana poppin
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Don't sulting nobody
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No no no stoppin
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Boy, ya'll see me jumpin
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No no no yackin
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No no no yackin
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Actin up with a jumpin yah, I'm da loafin 4 rockin
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I'm da verse, up in mere factor words
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Boy ya'll little, make we shoot you off tha face of the earth
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Concerned, oh to mah, look how things turn out
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Gang firm out, na their house
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Them place gon burn out.
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Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaang- star
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Me no take no charge bout me ready 4 da run star
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Oh really, don't be leaky
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Ain't no pussies, but them bitches
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Ain't no movie, ain't no comics
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And no CNN, don't be greedy
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You dare not hear this song posted in a CD
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No mess with a mercy, less you can't steal it
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But be pretty...
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And they actin oh body
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See the giving where
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The only reason why them bogus living
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Ain't no way down, please stay down
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Let them stay down, put them in a woodbox be laid down...
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[LIL WAYNE:]
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Pussy ass nigga don't talk to me
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I make this bitch bring your heart to me
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I'm only 5 '8 and ya'll short to me
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And ya'll movement look like a slim path to me
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Your girlfriend opens up her pussy to me
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And if she gimme brain, she smart to me
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Pumpin ass niggas don't bark at me
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Itz da big dog, call me Mr. Orca please
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Turn your block into a restaurant
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Order and leave
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What are u havin? Organs please!
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And we stay strapped like Jordan's beat
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And we in tha sermon like Bread Dithery
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Ha... And I'm lockin with Marlon G.
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And we f**kin so much, we could hardly breath
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This other niggaz flow is hard to leave
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And I'm concrete with this Carter 3
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[SIZZLA:]
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Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaaanng-star
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Man a take no child from me, Stop lookin at me and stop
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Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, ya ya ya ya ya, Gaaaanng-star
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Man a take no child from me, Stop lookin at me and stop
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[T-STREETS:]
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Yessir, T a€“street, bang bang back in tha building
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They call me streets, so call me streets
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If u call on reach, I'm on the streets
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And I'm hungry like a dog on unleash
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But I'm a tiger, and a dog is a feast
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And I see through the fog in the trees
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Because the nigga makes a logs and leaves
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I walk through the jungle with a lion on my sleeve
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I need a money donor, cause I'm dying to resist
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I know mama gat her eyes on her seed
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Therefore, I never stop, I just proceed
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Their eyes make the peace hard to read
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But it says, "why I'm not leave
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[SIZZLA:]
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And they actin oh body
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See the giving where
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The only reason why them bogus living
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Ain't no way down, please stay down
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Let them stay down, put them in a woodbox be laid down...
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[LIL WAYNE:]
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We killin em softly,
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We killin em softly
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And man em hustle like a dog, and have keep police them off me
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Pistol in da trunk, and the baby in da car seat
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Drive fast lane, with them eyeball glassy
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And about the hour, him a heading to the money
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Take your coughin baby, give the baby back to mommy
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Peer gunshot, shoot him below to him tommy
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Bat the man down, boy, I'm shit around party
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Party up, party up, they put the panty up
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Sure gat the AK up, him a shoot the building up
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We kill them softly, we kill them softly
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He make bad girl them for want me, want me in tha storm ay
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| My girl she need me, |
