[Verse 1]
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I done fucked *The Baddest Bitches* ask Trina
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Give her coke to stuff between her, said she loved my demeanor
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Felonies and misdemeanors, I'm villified
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I just, rap on the side, black mafia ties
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Prolific words, I speak for the unheard
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Niggas who love guns, money, girls, and furs
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Sittin up in the mans', runnin shit
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On the phone moving bricks, orderin hits
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Perfected the game, diamond infested the chain
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Niggas think I change I just wanna watch 'em change
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Livin the American dream
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Drugs, violence, sex, and loaded magazines
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That's all I could talk about in these sixteen
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Cuz that's all I live, ask Tibs
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It is what is, either graveyards or consecutive life bids, shit
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CHORUS 4X:
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Niggas wanna bang, we could bang
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Niggas wanna slang, we could slang
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[Verse 2]
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Niggas wanna bang we could bang out
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Til the clip's done, or your vital arteries hang out
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Ham a cot, Bad Boy, the black Camelot
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Raise the price and connect the dots
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Through life's journies, all I need is a couple of mack mils
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A couple of mils and good attorneys
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Skatin on big blades, goin out in a blaze in my last days
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I'll probably die with a bad drug trade or an overdose
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Without tellin my moms, sorry it was close
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My wife and my bitch fightin over my notes
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All my niggas skied north makin a toast
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Til hell, just gimme bad bitches in Channel
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Connects wit, Chinese cartels and that new SL
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And the judge that's gon' set my bail
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CHORUS
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[Verse 3]
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I'm on top of this shit, look at the wrists
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Too much rocks in this shit, aint that a bitch
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Make hits, til my last breath
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With that nigga, the P U double F
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So lay back in the cut motherfucker 'fore you get shot
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I kill niggas on the spot like a cop
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I did it all four seasons suites to a cot
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Give bitches nothing but breathmints and this cock
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Call me what, there's a way to eat
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And all we got is sports, entertainment or the streets
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I'm in deep, think of Citibank when I sleep
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Ching, ching like I was from Shaolin
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Brooklyn nigga what you say, keep stylin
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My air force ones you couldn't walk a mile in
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I love politics, narcotics, and violins
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Bad Boy forever, we move in silence
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CHORUS
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Bang
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Shyne |