Intro
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Verse 1:
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You my wife with no papers
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My gangsta bitch
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The first time i got caught
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You to shank the bitch
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ain't scared to get down
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she'll bust off rounds
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smoke a Newport
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cut me half, bust me down
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catch me looking at anotha chick
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she cuse me out
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dead serious
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but at times she act silly
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jump out the truck at the light
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to get the dutch
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rolling it up
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chasing down ice cream trucks
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i waited half an hour for your hair to get braided
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she leaving dirty messages on three way pagers
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thought her how to roll cello and spit razors
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she hit triple six first time out in vegas
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she neva got shook when the feds
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knocked down the door
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she hid the coke
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a scared chic would of flushed it raw
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and we could live it up
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eat lobster and shrimp
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or get grimy with a quarter bag of potatoe chips
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Chours:
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Cuz it's straight gangsta
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staight gangsta (straight gangsta)
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gangsta
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Verse 2:
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I need a down chic
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that wouldn't mind loading the clip
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and that wouldn't blow her mind
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if i showed her a brick
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in and outta the grind
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with a focus for chips
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blowing for one time
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with her controling the wip
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re-up for me
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and make sure she double the flip
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she a sophistocated thug bitch
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that move her hips
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she catch you for your setup
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when you move ya shit
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but most of the time she throw
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the cold shoulders to guys
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smoke in the ride
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hooded low
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over her eyes
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she know she a dime
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baby nine strapped to her thighs
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gotta be live
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help me count doe in a five
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and when i'm gone for weeks on them O.T. moves
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she don't trip
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she's a gangsta
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she knows the rules
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giving me hell
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that's not sumthing i am hoping to loose
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and GOD forbid
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I slip up and land in jail
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my murda mommy put the house up
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to make the bail
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(come on)
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chorus
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verse 3:
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Behind a real nigga
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is a real bitch
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they lied to me
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see my bitch
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she walk right beside of me
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i been in situations
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seen her ride for me
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she lick my gun wounds
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even did my time with me
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ain't nothing she can't have
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i get that girl everything
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tatoo our names on our fingers for wedding rings
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are you that chic
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do you rep Sticky?
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we split it down the middle everything
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fourty
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sixty
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are you that chic for rich
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or poor
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the only one i eat out
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the only one i hit raw
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keep you covered in ice
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til you start shiverin
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baby phat gucci
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thugged out
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in pink timberlands
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me and her we like bonnie and clyde
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i hold the heat and the money and
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she drive the ride
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she make other bitches mad
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cuz she more bitch than they ever been
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it's the beautiful,intellegent, talented, trama,heroin
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Chorus
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count bills with me
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you'll kill for me
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when the blood shed tears
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you still with me
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cuz you real with me
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smoke five with me
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look the judge in the eye
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straight lie for me
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Gangsta
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