[Intro:]
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Telephone rings... This is Haystak... wat up dude...
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what'chall gonna do... naw just stay with them broads man...
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Y'all in the jacuzzi huh...naw, naw, Imanna rhyme... but go
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ahead y'all have a good time... Hangs up... Cha'
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I ain't got no time to fuck off money laid up in the hot tub,
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Cuz where I'm from time flies by like hot subs,
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Cops love to pull you over 'n' search your shit,
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Call a female officer to come 'n' search your bitch,
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You can't trust neara' motha' fucker to know where you live,
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Cuz your frien's turn to your foes,
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Bullets holes in the crib,
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It's a trip, how the tables have turned,
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From bein' broke, to spendin' money like you had paper to burn,
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You haters gonna learn what most players already know,
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Need to worry 'bout ya own hoes, worry 'bout ya own doe,
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Windows break, gun blasts echo,
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Swore revenge on 'em, now you just can't let go,
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Gotta chip on your shoulder, I know how ya feel,
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Pushed over the edge, yous a killa for real,
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I bet you sleep with yo' steel,
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Ready to let it rang out,
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enemies catch ya slippin' they gonna blow ya brains out,
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[Chorus:]
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"Listen," "Listen,"
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"What the fuck, you can't handle it?"
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"Listen," "Listen,"
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"What the fuck you gonna do?"
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"Listen," "Listen,"
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"Can't you recognize game?"
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"Listen," "Listen,"
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"Video survalience, unit one,
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We are monitoring the suspect,"
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You may got the feds outside, as we speak,
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Posted up watchin' you, from across the street,
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Rumor has it you offed yo' peeps,
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Took over they territory, bought you a jeep,
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Iced your teeth and your pinkys
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Phones piercin' your ears,
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Up in Vips screamin' ain't no bitches in here,
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Whatcha mouth
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You shinin' like a headlight playa,
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You ain't gotta brag,
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"That's the mother fuckin' feds right there,"
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They hard to spot in the club,
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Workin' they plain clothes,
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Versatchi shirts, rollies, gators 'n' kangoes,
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Look just like you do,
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Airs, Axe, FuBu,
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You think dudes cool,
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But he's the fuckin' police,
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You out there shinin', braggin', flossin', yo jew'ry,
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Next thing you know you caught up in fronta the damn gran' jury,
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Be careful who you talk to,
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Neva' let 'em see ya be sof' dude,
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These fools tryin' ta off you,
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Hear me talkin' to you nephew...
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[Chorus:]
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"Listen," "Listen,"
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"They don't know who they fuckin' with,"
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"Listen," "Listen,"
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"They can't recognize game,"
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"Listen," "Listen,"
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"Why the fuck they can't handle it,"
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"Listen," "Listen,"
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"Think ol' plain clothes dude goin'ta kill you man,"
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Robbin' the wrong motha fucker got you caught in the win'
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You went into hidin', started offin' your frien's,
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Sent ya a message, the next victim 'ill be ya kin,
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You put him in that position,
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Now he got to do you in,
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This fool goes crazy, he done been to the pen,
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3 or 4 times, for killin' 5 or 6 men,
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You had the hook up,
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Front ya twenty, you pay for ten,
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Five days shouldn't pass 'fo' you page him again,
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Well, six days passed 'fo' they found yo ass,
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Filled fulla bullet holes naked in the trash,
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Shell casin's on the ground from a 44mag.,
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Money that you owed still beside you in a bag,
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Slit yo throat from ear ta ear, pulled yo tounge thru yo neck,
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Local cops blamed it on the Columbian connects, and ah,
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Couple days after you was gone, yellow tape came down,
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And life went on...So "Listen," "Listen," "Listen"...
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Listen
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Haystak |