Lyrics :
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[Chorus x2]
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Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
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Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
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[Verse 1]
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I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
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Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
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They say I'm fuckin' crazy, they think I'm out my mind
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Cause I'm down to bust a nigga head all the time
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Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
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In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
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22 inch chrome, a nigga money low
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You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown
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You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own
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You enterin my zone, welcome to the terridome
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The ice blowin' my chain, blood blue in my veins
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Blue still in the range, I'm doin' my thang
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The semi auto spray, run if you get away
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We'll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
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nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
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You touch a dime of mine dawg and your ass dead
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[Chorus x2]
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Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
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Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
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[Verse 2]
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In the hood, hoopty, hat low, niggas don't know I'm around
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Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game down
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You see me in ya projects, 187's in progress
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Hard niggas tend da' soften up when that lead touch 'em
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You cut 'em once and keep fight, fuck it just keep cuttin' em
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Its real killa instincts, kill or be killed
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Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel
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Fuck around and get ya cap peeled
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nigga you know the drill, Brownsville
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Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo
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Feed the wolves, they eat the food
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And they hand fed them to
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nigga welcome to the jungle, New York New York
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Gangstas use sign language and let their guns talk
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Look homie I'm cool with some bloods, I'm cool with some crips
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I'm cool but if there's a problem, nigga I got extra clips
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I don't know karate, but I split the bricks
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I don't love 'em loverboy, we the shit bitch
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[Chorus x2]
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Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
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Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
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[Verse 3]
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I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya
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In case your dumbass wanna tussle
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AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle
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Scope, infared run you're still dead
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Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head
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Contract killa, murder for the scrilla
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Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga
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Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga
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Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy
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You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready
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No exception to the rule, death is promised
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Plus I just bought my niggas new macs and llamas
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Got respect for human life but will accomadate you
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One phone call and niggas will exterminate you
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No future fuckin' with me, there's no tomorrow
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niggas'll run up on you tonight and hit u wit hollows
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[Chorus x2]
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Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
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Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
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When The Guns Come Out
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| 50 Cent |
