[Lil Wayne]
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Holla at me nigga you know it be Weezy "The Don"
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I murder easy but hard to kill like Steven Segal
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Its paper, pussy, and pistols ? pass love to the pimp
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I'm clutching a M busting that tip for fucking with him
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I'm stuck with the hustle, smuggling whatever for the cheddar
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Tucking the metal don't play and I'll get fucked if I let em
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I gotta ride til I resign its Squad or die
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And any coward try its homicide
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We got glocks and stuff, got federal agents watching us
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Got niggaz hitting glocks see us I love (?)
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See I'm above any nigga that you name
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Hop up out the blue thang
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With two flames like "What you saying?"
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I do's my thug thang daily
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380 tucked under the seat of the S-Class
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Shots rip your chest fast
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I'm a mother fucking mess man
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Street niggaz fo sho
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A fire Hot Boy ? ok? Ya know
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[Chorus: TQ]
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We only like gangsta shit
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Cause I drive a gangsta car
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And street niggaz run this shit
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We only like gangsta broads
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If you wanna see gangsta shit
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Then push me a lil too far
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Cause street niggaz might not quite
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You gone have to call the law
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[Turk]
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Niggaz keep they stash in they ash
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Round where I'm from
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Uptown and that Nolia we sold smoked chumps
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Quick to steal a nigga any time of the day
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If his ass outta line we ain't standing all day
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Pimp, play off top better believe that dog
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And plus we stay strapped ducking short of the law
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I run with solid niggaz that'll ride for me
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Shit head Craig, Running Red and my nigga Big Ki
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Shit I rap about ? I'm one nigga that live it
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Coke, dope, guns, nigga I live it
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I'm only 19 and I'm down for killing
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Just because a nigga rap dog don't get it twisted
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I send shots quick through your Jerseys and Filas
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My finger get to flicking please believe I ain't missing
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Lil Turk +Young & Thuggin'+ know you niggaz know about me
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Cash Money Hot Boy play dog and watch me cock it
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I'm a street nigga
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[Chorus]
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[B.G.]
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If I rap about it nigga I done lived it out
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It ain't shit I'm fantasying this shit I been 'bout
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I'm a ghetto mother fucker, keep a K with a drum
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Quick to do a nigga something, I don't give a fuck
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I run the streets, all 12 months of the year
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And where I'm from you can't come
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If you ain't from round here
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I'm thugged out to the fullest - call me B.G.
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Someone you don't want to play with cause I'm H-O-T
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Fire, burning, scorching, flaming
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You gone melt nigga wishing that it was raining
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Play the game as you want ? wined up in a trunk
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You better think before you do because you don't
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I be bustin' heads, running from feds, duckin' laws
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Ride all day don't rest til I kill 'em all
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I be thuggin' hard and you know that I play it raw
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Send ya to the morgue
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Cause I'm a mother fucking street nigga
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[Chorus]
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[Juvenile]
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I had a little profit out the other hood
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I used to go by her house in the wee-wee hours
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Creeping, laying the wood
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They had niggaz on the block but they knew I was cool
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But still on G.P. I used to keep me a two
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Cause she know not what a nigga think
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Plus you know now that if a nigga tryin' pull gank
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That's life though
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Whodie just like I thought ? bitch was straight hatin' dog
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Me I was 'bout having war, I was impatient ya'll
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I stopped going by my peeps house chillin'
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I stayed in my hood plotting how I'm gone kill him
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Now my girl say the nigga been watching the house
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So I'ma go and show the whodie what this drama about
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What I'ma do to him its gonna make his momma freak out
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I'ma either get him in or outside of his house
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People gone say "Lord, lil one died hard
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Took it to the head five times in the backyard"
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[Chorus]
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Gangsta N***a
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