["What can I do" is repeated as a snippet to the beat throughout the song]
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[talking]
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Asshole By Nature
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I see you motherfuckers just determined
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to make a nigga get on y'all ass
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roach ass motherfuckers
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I don't know what to do with you beat up ass broke motherfuckers
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see us in the streets......
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[Verse 1: Boss]
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What can I do to get these hoe ass niggaz out my mix
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I'm straight from the block tryna get a brick
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I ended up puttin shit down with the click
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now a bunch of niggaz out ridin my dick
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I'm a slide me a bitch, sit him in the 6
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put zip lock then I'm a hide me a bitch
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no more pride for the bitch
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niggaz get mad cause I bang to the left, and plus I ride when I switch
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stickin to the G guide line, peep them from the side line
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Boss gotta big gat bitch I'm a hide mine
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got it ready to pop and put you on the high line
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from my hot nine thinkin I would never pull out and pop mine
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bitch it's the maab, ridin our dick must be your big job
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I might serve every nigga standin in your squad
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got G's from over seas, and places apart
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you don't wanna fuck around
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put him in the middle of a 30-30 scope and I'm buckin him down
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4 slugs hit e'm before he touchin' the ground
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I'm in love with my rounds, I be lovin the sound
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while I'm huggin four pounds, hoe made niggaz better move when I'm 'round
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before my face show a frown
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hittin niggaz up with that HGC and that 2-2-3 and I'm ditchin the town
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[Verse 2: Trae]
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Guess who the fuck-top back in the do'
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seperatin from the plex with a beam and a scope
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hop fly I'm a hit a nigga dead in his throat
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with a mac fully attack no force to let go
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might touch on a nigga like Shaq
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hit him in chest now he body rockin like Pat
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when he size up I'm a put his ass on his back
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have his bitch ass runnin to the trunk for the gat-where the haters at
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better yet nigga why bother, I'm a pain in the ass like Antonio Tarver
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ABN we opperate like the carter, and been G'd up since a nigga was starters
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North to the South, South back to the North
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East to the West let it go I set it off
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we the team of the H plus we run with the south
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Trae, Jayton, Z Ro the Crooked, and Lil'Boss
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hop in the L crank up ready to floss
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swoop through the block my frame ready-to-toss
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mouth piece gotta nigga bout to goin off
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cause my grill worth about 4 ki's in the south
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now what can I do about niggaz like these
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AK's to the chest will make them burn like trees
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forty-rounds out the clip will make them scat like fleas
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roach ass nothin type of niggaz gotta bleed
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["What can I do" repeated 'til end]
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What Can I Do
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