[T3 verse]
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I'ma set it, get it, got it, good/
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I rep for my niggas in the D in the hood/
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On that ass like the Fuzz, come and wack down on us/
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They wanna see a player down, that's what it was/
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All my ppl in the [ ], put your hands in the air/
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And bop wit your nigga to the sound of the snare/
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It's the [ ] to the [ ] with the S to the V/
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The most killer most, 2 of the best on the beats/
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[Chorus]
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They don't want it? Ey! They don't want it? Nah!
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Can they get it? Yup! They can they get it? Yeah!
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Can I set it. Up, bout to set it, yeah!
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Can we set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!
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They don't want it? Ey! They don't want it? Nah!
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Can they get it? Yup! They can they get it? Yeah!
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Bout to set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!
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Fitna set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!
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[Elzhi verse]
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All my G's throw you triggers up/
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By the hammer my hand on the biggest nutts/
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No bamma, I blow gands when they split the blunt/
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This is for my niggas stuck, up in the ghetto/
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Pumping the metal, where they feel a fluff and they'll kill you/
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They quick to buck/
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Chicks trickin, chicken cluck/
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Switching up to your whip that your sister bumped/
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You'll be suculent tits and now your dick is sucked/
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Steady counting figures up/
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Benjamins bend up to ten to twenty bucks/
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Figured up on the Benz of any trendy truck/
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I wedded and sticking up/
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Innocent independent citizens/
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Not givin' a cent of dividends, it could slit and cut/
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I'm blowed and I'm liquored up, I've been told I'm cold as a winter month/
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And showed I can explode when it sickens up, Bloaw/
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Back on the style, let me pick it up/
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Did you predict that what I spit on this hit is ridiculous/
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I should tip my Pimping cup/
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Just for pitching up percent of a pigeons rent given for living expense at the stripping club/
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[Chorus]
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They don't want it? Ey! They don't want it? Nah!
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Can they get it? Yup! They can they get it? Yeah!
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Can I set it. Up, bout to set it, yeah!
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Can we set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!
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They don't want it? Ey! They don't want it? Nah!
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Can they get it? Yup! They can they get it? Yeah!
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Bout to set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!
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Fitna set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!
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[Elzhi verse 2]
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Don't let me catch you slipping up your numbers up/
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Give and duck, or run a muck/
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Attempt a jump like double jump, the clips'll bust/
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Your clique is just sick of us/
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Bringing the heat steaming me swinging defeat/
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You street, dreaming on sleep, idiots?/
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El, the sickest you ever heard/
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And predicting a set of words/
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That he stick in the head of nerds/
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Or just gifted with lady curve and postions written to say something/
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Gotta stay buzzing coming of the line like a fadaway Dr. J jumping/
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[T3 bridge]
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Cu-zin, we got the streets Buz-zin/
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Villa blowing, bubb-ling/
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Those who ain't caught on, fill em'...in/
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We in this grizzie now and we playing to win/
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[Chorus]
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They don't want it? Ey! They don't want it? Nah!
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Can they get it? Yup! They can they get it? Yeah!
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Can I set it. Up, bout to set it, yeah!
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Can we set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!
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They don't want it? Ey! They don't want it? Nah!
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Can they get it? Yup! They can they get it? Yeah!
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Bout to set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!
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Fitna set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!
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Set It
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Slum Village |