(feat. YG Hootie, Bo Deal, Joe Moses)
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I see this nigga reppin', right side hangin',
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flamed up bangin', what set yo ass claimin'?
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G Check [x8]
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I ran up on this nigga, who yo big homie?
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Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no
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G Check [x8]
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Ran up on this nigga, finna check the boy status
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Look him right up in his eyes like, nigga where you from?
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Who yo big homie? What block you niggas bang?
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Who you know up on that yard, talkin' real big homies.
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Respect all the riders, G checkin' all the phonies
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You fuckin' with no suckas, they lying, they say they know me
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I'm from west side (?), west side (?)
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God bless all my ridahs, death to my enemies,
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I'm taking niggas flags, you better leave the spot
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For all niggas on my block, it's like me snitching to the cops,
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Outta line you get disciplined, better do some missions then,
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I ain't give my name for free, fuck I had to get it in
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I see this nigga reppin', right side hangin',
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flamed up bangin', what set yo ass claimin'?
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G Check [x8]
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I ran up on this nigga, who yo big homie?
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Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no
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G Check [x8]
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Nigga frontin', I'm hit him up,
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Nigga what, we can get em up
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Pussy niggas aint real as us
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Just like a candle I lit em up
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Always talking that tough shit
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I ain't the nigga to fuck with
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Choppers loading up, niggas folding up,
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Superman couldn't duck this,
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(?), big boss, VL is all I know,
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Catch ya in that field hoe,
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Steamers rolling up real slow
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Niggas breaking out scared as fuck,
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Tuck and tail, you a man or what?
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I ain't think so, cock and squeeze I'm dropping everything standing up
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Lay down and get laid down,
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40 cal and they came down
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What you claim, better say it now,
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Got a gun better spray it now
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Oh you will get your ass knocked off with the (?),
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Topped off, dumb dumbs will leave you burning like hot sauce
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I see this nigga reppin', right side hangin',
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flamed up bangin', what set yo ass claimin'?
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G Check [x8]
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I ran up on this nigga, who yo big homie?
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Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no
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G Check [x8]
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It's money over everything,
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Five, four wedding rings,
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Married to the mob, all I know is mighty brim game
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B's up what it do,
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5-0-5-2,
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37-62, (?) is like a fucking zoo,
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Lions and them tigers, I be mobbing like them YG's,
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AK-a chopper nigga, silence when that chopper squeeze,
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Fuck em Waka Flocka all out it's like the new mob,
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When we say fuck em new west, this is Brick Squad,
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Down like I'm 'posed to be, niggas don't get close to me,
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I'm blood and bitch this blood's on the set, this how it supposed to be,
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We thuggin bitch, we supposed to beef,
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We killin' shit, you supposed to grieve,
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Shug Gotti tell em who got the streets (hahahaha)
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I see this nigga reppin', right side hangin',
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flamed up bangin', what set yo ass claimin'?
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G Check [x8]
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I ran up on this nigga, who yo big homie?
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Asked him what his lingo, he said I don't need no
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G Check [x8]
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G-Check
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Waka Flocka Flame |