(Cross)
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Listen man
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This here is some gangsta shit you know?
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Real Bouncy
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Hood Shit
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Double R shit nigga
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The best of the best street team
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You know what it is or how it is
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(Cross)
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Motherfuckers want to act now
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Keep toast by the waist now
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Got a block full of crack now
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Still got to hold the hood down
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Little Chickens want to run around dig dig down
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Got a clip for the full pound
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That will put your ass under the ground
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With a thunderous sound
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Send heat through your goose down
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Then I'm blow cool day
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All over your body
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Ride or die with me today
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And when I cook that shook that
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Ran a roll back
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In an all black
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360 doing 160
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Head like sticking move manually
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She want to know what my stamina be
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Told the chick real gangstas hard to please
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Stash hard in the Honda seats
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You got to know how the game will freeze
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Especially when you pimp the heat
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You got to pop that thing
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Put an ass to sleep
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Better cock that thing cause the walls will creep
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Niggas think they hot ain't felt the heat
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Cross spit that shit that will melt the street
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Cocksucker heres a pack come bump with me
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Double R in a cell you can't fuck with me
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Chorus
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You don't want to fuck with me
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Y'all niggas know who I am
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Catch you in the parking lot
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Pull out and pop your top
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Somebodys got to drop
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So what you want to do?
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You can not hide from me
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My niggas is coming for you
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(Infrared)
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Three O'clock on the dot when I plan to plot
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Ran up in the smoke spot wanna buy a lot
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Hurry Up, Shit is hot
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Can't fuck with me
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Kill drama with M3's company for bumping me
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All my niggas own real estate
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My money can't estimate
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On the roll you can't tell the time or the day, and date
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Have your bitch in the back of the Escalade
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We can make things escalate
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Pull out, make his man run on him and he had a gun on him
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Busted you then make the right
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To cut through the gas station and take the light
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Can't tell me ruff ryders don't make it tight
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Got to wonder what a Harlem niggas life is like
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And I transport keys if the price is right
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Then ride back through your hood on a mountain bike
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Got bullets that will go through your stomach
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Then come out your head
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I'm Infrared
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You ain't know
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I'm about this bread
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And I wonder what your family gonna do when they pronounceyou dead
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Then come through your hood with Gucci rims on
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In the six with the rims on
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Getting head from a bad redbone bitch
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That don't mind switching
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Like to fuck with her timbs on
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Chorus
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(Drag-On)
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On my block there won't be no coping the bank and depositingthe shit
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You get my drift?
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Anything sold I want to get a bank roll
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You motherfuckers don't want to see these things blow
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Hanging like Neptunes oh no
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When I pull the four-four
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Look at the hole that you fell in
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I got to spin around to keep the shells in
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I ma blast to keep the smell in
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Bet you know now, when I rap fast
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I might as well slooooww down
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I mean I love when I spin Porsche to hold my horse like
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Whooaaa now
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How many niggas think they can ruff ryde
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Because y'all puff lye
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Think they can be yelling tough guy
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I'm a slim nigga so I'm a make you duck by
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Like whoa, listen to a fly bye
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Like ch-ch-chhh
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Nigga why cry?
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Don't give a fuck where your soul want to go
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All I care is when I toss this shit, where they gonna go
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Watch where this bullet go, past niggas
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I'm sick of y'all warm-floor ass niggas
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Don't got to pump no more passing the picture
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While I'm at your funeral just passing your picture
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I ain't bad as me
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Chorus 2x
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You don't want to fuck with me 4x
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Street Team
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Ruff Ryders |