[Intro][Intro]
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It’s the YNT
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We gon’ blame it on the system
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Now, we gon’ blame it on the system
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Nigga
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[Hook x2]
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Y’all niggas better zip it
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Better zip your mouth
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Show you what this street shit ‘bout
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You in doubt?
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We’ll set fire to your house
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And murder everything running out
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Y’all niggas better zip it
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Better zip your mouth
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Y’all niggas better zip it
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Better zip your mouth
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[Verse 1: Lil’ Wayne]
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I’m sittin’ on the foot of the bed
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Dime by my feet
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The dick was too good
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The bitch still asleep
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Since a pussy got lips
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I guess you niggas could speak
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You niggas bluffin’ like snow
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You niggas just sleet
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Okay, I stick to the G-Code
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You stick to the zip code
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Money tall like Benjamin Franklin on tiptoes
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Your bitch a blowfish
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She swallow my fishing pole
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I aim at your head
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It’s coming off like stripper clothes
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I fuck with guerillas
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Bust at the Feds
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I bet your mouth can’t run
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If I cut off your legs
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I’m fly like a zipper
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But that ain’t the point
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My bullets fat as a joint
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You hear it crack like a voice
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I come to wet up the party
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You niggas is garbage
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Hollow tips on the cartridge
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I let it rip through your cartilage
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One number, three letters
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Nine, A-K
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Y’all niggas better zip it like YKK
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
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Y’all niggas better zip it, zip it, zip it
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Y’all hoes been misrepresentin’
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Ran niggas too long
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YNT gon’ be there first
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Y’all niggas thought we was gone?
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You gotta be kiddin’
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Watch what you say
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We catch everything out the air
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Bare hand, no mitten
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If my name get mentioned
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By a nigga we gon’ slay him
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Catch ‘em broad day with your bitch
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A nigga still gon’ spray him
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What it cost to merk a snitch?
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Ho, that’s cheap labor
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If you survive these 50 shots
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You was in God’s favor
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Big guns
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I’mma send your mom my condolences
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But if she with you when I hit you
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You know how us niggas from New Orleans is
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Everybody get it
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Everybody gon’ feel it
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Nobody exempt
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Every charge I got was a murder
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In the booth, nigga, ain’t no attempts
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So I‘ll take shots, I’ll send ‘em
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Got killers on standby
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We gon’ take our lawyers ready to defend ‘em
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Just havin’ thoughts of snitchin’
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Nigga you in violation
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So just the though of your snitchin’, bitch, is
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Annihilation, annihilation
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[Hook]
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Zip It
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