[glass shatters, man yells]
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You've just been cracked, another Smoov Jizzell production
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Buck and Bun B y'all niggaz can't see this nigga
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Ca$hville to Texas
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[Bun B]
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We snatchin niggaz out they Movada and bitches outta they Prada
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Get a shot of this Don Dada, keep it hot as Nevada
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Spot a hater with a lot of plex, make you come to terms with yo'self
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No matter how you flex, even with a lot of checks
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It's small change, don't bitch when we step up in y'all range
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These broke niggaz gon' find a way, we tend to ball strange
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I'm the king of the block, steady bringin the rock
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So potent I promise these fiends feel the sting in they socks
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But see the sun gon' come out tomorrow so when you try to ease away
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with these cheese today, that you 'bout to borrow
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with or without the sorrow, me and Buck is down to blast
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Still smash real fast kill niggaz from Texas to Ca$hville
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It's suicide, bustin as me is like
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bustin at you in that, situation who would ride?
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You if you stupid thug, so if you get shot dead
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I hope that it's a Cupid slug, that show my crew some love
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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Now when the thug's in the club and he come to spend some dubs
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Show that nigga some love, show that nigga some love
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And for the ones in the back, who be smokin the bud
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Show them boys some love, show them boys some love
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[Young Buck]
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Don't be scared to get your mind blown, nigga where you from
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If you ain't got nuttin to take home, you need to get you one
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Ain't nobody got no job party 'til you see the sun
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When the music stop, lights on, then you know it's done
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We gon' finish blowin one, 'fore we hit the exit
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Like whenever I'm with Bun, puttin it down in Texas
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When there's thugs in the club, ain't nobody restless
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Niggaz smashin they dubs, showin off they necklace
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Test this, if you want to, it's somethin you wouldn't wan' do
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Nigga's bitches chosin niggaz now we got attitude
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Doin what I have to do whenever it jump off
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See my niggaz they will catch you and show you who's boss
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Throw a blow, and get tossed, shit it ain't my fault
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Niggaz tried to teach lessons ended up gettin taught
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Ca$hville to New York, ain't nuttin but real thugs
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So, when you see Buck and Bun B, show us love
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[Chorus]
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[Smoov Jizzell]
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I'm thankin Bun already told ya we ain't nuttin but some killers
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We come with banana clips, we ain't monkeys we gorillas
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We chasin the scrilla, I hope you get the picture
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Bun B done do for the dirty and I'm the mayor of the muddy
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Shit gon' get bloody and ugly if one of you bitches touch me
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And pop loud, we ain't in Moscow, bitch why you rushin (Russian?)
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You a hoe-ass nigga and that's the end of the discussion
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All that cussin and loud bluffing gon' make me get to bustin
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On my waistline tuckin somethin to quiet all your yuppin
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I'm a big dog y'all puffin one more peep and I'm muffin
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When y'all niggaz gon' realize we some young'ns that's thuggin
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Waitin for bustin just some animals not givin a fuck'n
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We them niggaz that's clubbin, fightin security jumpin line in V.I.P.
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while y'all bitch niggaz standin there doin nuttin
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All my real niggaz throw up your sets and let 'em know
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When you're thuggin in the club that's how it go - Ca$hville!
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[Chorus]
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Thug In The Club
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Young Buck |