[Chorus:]
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Yeah better, calm down
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Bow down, I draw down
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5 rounds
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Drip [x15]
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[Yung Joc:]
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Ey Weezy
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Let me talk to these niggas
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Ok
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Monkey nigga, better not slip
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Feed your ass banana clips
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Yeah, yeah I bust your head gasket
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Leave you with a oil drip
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And for the lettuce AKs not gon spit your cabbage
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And she get tragically, cause now diamond fill with maggots
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This ain't angus beef
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You don't wanna order this
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2 glocks like 2 pac
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I'm on my thug immortal shit
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GPS goons show up to yo quarness
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Chrome with the pearly take you early
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That's abortion bitch
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Duck, duck, tape ya, wrap ya nigga, no balls
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Don't slugs the same size as door knobs
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Sixty seconds in and out
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Pop, no prob
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Blow ya whole face off
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That's a blowjob
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Shoot ya bitch in the throat
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Too graphic? gotta paint a picture
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So ya niggas grasp it
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I call your momma tell her pre-order ya fuckin casket
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Bury scary niggas I never been [? ]
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[Chorus]
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[Lil Wayne:]
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Soo woo to the beehive
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Strapped like T.I.
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I keep that bitch on me
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Like the Book Of Eli
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I just shoot 'em all
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So I don't have to de-cide
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Spit your body up
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They gotta bury ya ass 3 times
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Run up in ya house
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Leave ya brains on the couch
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Shoot up everything, the fuck is ayman about
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Empty that clip, than that bitch slide out
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Continue that procedure till them pussy's dried out
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I'm a east side gangsta, I ain't never been a busta
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Nina is a cold black bitch but I trust her
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I don't need a psychic to tell me I'm a hustla
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Cause bitch, I'm all about my paper, like usher
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[Chorus]
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[Yung Joc:]
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I know chris, decepticon
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Clips transform ya
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Leave niggas, ghost activity, paranormal
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For my piece of the pie, ha-ha-ha digorno
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Bullets burn, make em dance, disco inferno
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[Lil Wayne:]
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Back to the subject, I'll kill ya in a heart beat
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I put bullet hole in everything, except the car seat
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Young money bitch, I shoot one gun and switch
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When the cops came the body still twitched (still twitched)
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[Yung Joc:]
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Keep thuggin, you cute, you just floatin with death
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That's a straight suicide, don't bury yourself
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Scared but can't run, that's the stall factor
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And if that automatic rap I bet they all scatter
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Haiti eartquake 'em, make they wall shatter
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Penetrate [? ] splatter they gallbladders
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[Chorus]
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Drip
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Yung Joc |