[Intro - 50 Cent - talking, breathing noises in background]
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Hey pass that nigga, we gettin' high
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Yo, yo this is some bomb shit right here man
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50 can't even smoke this motherfucker (ah haha, haha)
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[Verse 1]
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I can't smoke weed, cause my PO make me piss in a cup
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Nigga go ahead, disrespect me, I'll fuck you up
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I ain't talkin' about a fist fight, I'll cut you up
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Yo don't want stitches in yo grill motherfucker, then chill
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As a young buck, niggas always knew I puff
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Yousta see me go to school, on a smoiler bus (woo)
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I'm a sped ed kid, I'm gettin' all this paper (uh huh)
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You should sit, scibble lines and see where it take ya
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Had violent tendencies, so they thought I was dumb
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Why the so called smart kids was poppin' guns
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I think about poppin' a gun, and then get the lump sum
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Grampa my role model, yousta suck on a bottle
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A pint a Crown Royal, make your insides boil
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Been smell like Ben Gay, cause his back go out
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He the one that taught me, what bein' black's about
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Now peep the roach on the walls, that fall and crawl on my friend's
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Wrist, Sittin' up in them Benz, to be in the pen
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In the hood we hit the number, but never the lotto
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Life in the fast lane, one wheel hit the pothole
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Let's go, let's flow nigga
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[Chorus - Singing - 2X]
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War, what is it good for absolutely nothin'
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But niggas keep frontin'
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Fuck a nigga, live like a soldier
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Die like a soldier
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[Outro - Talking]
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War, state of mercy nigga
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You see me pop off nigga
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Ain't no peace talk, bitch ass nigga
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Fake gangsta nigga, you want to seem nigga (yeah)
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You don't seem nigga, yeah nigga
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Right? Kayslay, Whoo Kid
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50 Cent, new shit
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My nigga Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, G-Unit
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Niggas, niggas, "Rotten Apple"
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And nigga shy money, ain't fail nigga
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Uh huh, ya heard
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Whoo Kid Kayslay Shit!
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| 50 Cent |
