[Intro: Young Buck]
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Haha... Hey yo yayo
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Ayo you off parole now nigga
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Let's go
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Haha
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Ayo man these niggaz mustve forgot man
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Nigga we run these streets nigga
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G UNIT
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[Verse 1: Young Buck]
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We let you niggaz pick up the ones, we left you our leftovers
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Shut down your company and murdered your best soldiers
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And it's the motherfuckin thanks we get
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I ain't puttin' out my album till you buy Banks shit
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Don't be fooled by these rap niggas fake ass jewels
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They sell a hundred thousand records and they think they cool
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Wheres the rules, my little girl watchin' the tube and she don't need to see another nigga kissin a dude
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BET didn't give us no invitations to the awards
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There wasn't enough metal detectors at the door
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Lord, don't let this industry injure me
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I'm tryna see my nephew at least turn twenty-three
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Live to the day they let Larry Hoover free
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So all you rap niggas better get used to me
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Let's take it back Yayo to where it used to be
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G U N I T
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Holla back
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[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
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You started, I fell off, my album did seven hundred
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So fuck with five fifty, I'm in a six hundred
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Level four vest got the fifty on me
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And if I ever go broke I spend Fiftys money
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Nigga fresh off tour, from Sweden to Germany
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Chill on my dick so these hoes ain't burnin' me
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Bentley flyin' spur, interior burgandy
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Bulletproof truck, in case you cowards try to murder me
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Jail house is packed ain't no empty cells
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And I'm tryna make a half a mill, off of twelve-twelves
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My little mouse gun hold twelve shells
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And if we get locked up, we postin twelve bails
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Antiques, gucci sneaks, they cost twelve bills
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For my next two albums I need twelve mills
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I'm the MVP, the most valuable playa
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I'm in your mp3 playa
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So hate nigga
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Off Parole
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Young Buck |