*featuring Shawnna
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[Shawnna talking]
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Posted... aah... mo'fucca...
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Posted... ah-ah... mo'fucca...
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Posted... haah... mo'fucca...
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Posted... c'mon... yo...
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[Verse 1]
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I ain't dat bitch dat'll be in the club
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With niggaz actin' like itz sweet in the club
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I'll bust a mo'fucca meat in the club
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And bitchez steppin' on my feet in the club
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Tryina see who they can freak in the club
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A mo'fucca wanna speak in the club
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Like a mo'fucca really know me in the club
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Got my fitted on, chiefin' on leaf in the club
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Look around, gotta see who want pee in the club
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See them lame niggaz sippin' Don P in the club
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When you smellin' 'gnac, matterfact, we in the club
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White tee's and them Air Force, deep in the club
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Throwin' up a sign, nigga wha, street in the club
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Make yo head nod cuz my joint beat in the club
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For them niggaz that'd spend they whole week in the club
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And the bitchez dat be drunk and wanna beef in the club
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And them hataz that'll see they blood leak in the club
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You can't breathe in the club
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It's called...
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[Chorus]
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Posted...
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Post in the back, post in the front
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Posted up outside, smokin' a blunt
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Post in the window, blowin' tha indo
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Post with my kinfolk
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Post in the cut
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Post in the back, post in the front
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Posted up outside, smokin' a blunt
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Post in the window, blowin' tha indo
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Post with my kinfolk
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Post in the cut
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[Verse 2]
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Yo... this nigga said this sound like some ole' N.O.R.E. shit
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Yea, I'm fuckin' wit that N.O.R.E. shit
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I'll be dat bitch in the drop-top, aqua-blue, gourmet ??
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E'rry nigga finna swore they here
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We on the block and I'm [Grindin'] Jack
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With a 50-pack and some 20's
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Helicopters on dem hot Bentley's
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Ain't got no time for these bitchez cuz it's over now
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You ain't leavin' out in stitchez cuz I'm sober now
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Hittin' Hot 97 with a hundred thou'
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Bring yo main bitch up in it, I'ma run her style
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Yea I'm cocky, thinkin' I plan, well bitch watch me
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Post in the game, my niggaz on bricks got me
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Put it on my kids, I did it for years, mami
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Send it to my nig'z who doin' they biz, papi
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Mo'fucca betta recognize some shit
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Cuz god damn, Def Jam shouldn'ta signed a bitch
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That's why I'm....
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[Repeat Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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When I'm posted in the hood, I'ma bang my shit
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Only real mo'fuccaz get to hang in the brickz
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This fo' ??
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All my thug mo'fuccas keepin' weight on dem Kedz
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It's called posted, nigga betta act like you know the gutter
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Posted, niggaz see the Ac and the peanut butter
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Posted, hoody with the black bandanna under
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Posted, lookin' through the back for the undercover
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Posted, even when I'm flippin' the spots
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See the cops on the next block, checkin' my watch
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Coupla shortiez in the parkin' lot, holdin' them rocks
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It's a hood thang nigga, gettin' blown to drop
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We all posted, keep it true, neva forget it
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Nigga, post up, show them mo'fuccaz the bizness
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I'ma post with my niggaz sippin' Remy and Guiness
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All my real mo'fuccaz in the game gone feel this
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It's called...
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[Repeat Chorus 2X]
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Posted
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Disturbing Tha Peace |