(man)
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Hey, nigga, gimme some of them water and chip's, shit
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(other man)
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lock 'em up, nigga, lock 'em, bullshit
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(man)
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hey, look, nigga
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get out there, nigga
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these niggas ain't sho' ta riz-ayd, right
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we gon' get in and get out
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(other man)
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we on a roll, nigga
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[continues, indistinct]
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[Verse 1: WC]
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I'ma walk it down, now
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fuckin' wit deez out-a-town niggas
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got me watchin' up on my back and strappin'
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pistol packin'
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who ever thought dem fools would catch on
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and we was sellin' rock while up in the back of the broll
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see da plan was to make a transaction to match
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three calos, for under the zone, a hundred thousand cash
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you know da deal, nigga you know da outcome
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dub C and C Mac take tha money 'n run
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[CJ Mac]
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We gettin' close, hot as fuck
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burnin' up in his drive
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two pace, mirror checkin' doin' sixty-five
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I seen the state patrol 5 times, swear to god
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he make this stop, better have 9 lives
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nigga speak
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[Man's Voice]
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Where you at?
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[CJ Mac]
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Close nigga
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you just have tha cash right so we can go's, nigga
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I never tell no
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nigga when I'm comin' through his town
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set us up, get a crew, gun his town
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[WC]
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Fuck that, I dun dis shit befo'
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after we twist deez niggas, we gon twist some mo'
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(CJ Mac)
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Out-a-town nigga havin' a pistal in hand
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whatcha paper, you fuckin' wit some jackets, player
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shit happens
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[Chorus: CJ Mac]
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Don't fuck wit a niggas cash
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niggas blast, when it come to cash
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niggas mash, on dat ass
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Don't fuck wit a niggas cash
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niggas mash, on dat ass
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fo' a niggas cash, niggas blast
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[WC second half overlaps]
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(T'is da season to be janky falalalala lalalala)
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[Verse 2: CJ Mac]
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Hits J, sit straight, dey ain't even check
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swiss suitcase, jit
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we ain't stop to count da cash, nigga
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shit, nigga, I remember
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It was two a dem gas cans, was fulla straight heata
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[WC]
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fake twista, took her ass back to da piz-ad
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sent some mo crystals back to da liz-ad
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to make some mo trick-climbin'-blatant-nigga loot [wooh!]
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cuz baby need new shoes and daddy need a coupe
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[CJ Mac]
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Call my nigga, Fred, yo friend
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he set up da link
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gave his ass ten-thousand, thanked him n' shit
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told him 'Shut the fuck up', niggas try sweating
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and have to take his ass out there, he bound to wetting
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[WC]
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Uh huh, two months passed, I found his ass trashed out
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castrated on his porch, with his dick in his mouth
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What the fuck? I know these niggas ain't here in L.A.
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I went and grabbed the AK n' called my nigga CJ
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{[music stops, dial tone] inside ( )= CJ Mac}
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(What's crackin'?) Look it's on wit deez niggas (what?)
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Hey CJ nigga I just found this nigga Fred fucked up
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(slow down, nigga) on the porch (Fred?)
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Hey nigga it's goin' down
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Hey nigga meet me at cho bitch spot, nigga (what?)
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Fuck that, let's bring these in hea
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Fuck these niggas!
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3: CJ Mac]
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Goin' 110 on da 110, exit slow
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shit my stomach uptight, sumthin' ain't right (fuck that)
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How da fuck they found where Fred stay
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they ain't never been out there, hold up, what the fuck?!
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[WC]
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CJ, don't trip, nigga, dey just killed yo bitch
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left her bleedin' in the porch wit' screwdriver's in her head
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ramshacked the house, took the work and the money
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[CJ Mac]
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I could see that shit, but why the fuck you so bloody?
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[WC]
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They took the hundred thousand we stole plus two mo' (right, right)
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and if I know that nigga Bo he checked a in mo {motel}
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[CJ Mac]
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Bo, hard nigga, who parted the game
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you didn't know that motherfuckas name!
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first you found Fred dead, then you found my bitch wit her wig split
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nigga I ain't stupid, you did that shit
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[gunshot]
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Motherfucka shot me in my shoulda
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reached for my strap, and started dumpin' back
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{gunshots continue}
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[WC]
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Nigga, lifes a bitch and then you die
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you only get one chance to check, nigga, trust no nigga
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shoulda known from the start, ain't no love in my heart
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fuck this 50-50 shit, this is where we depart
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[CJ Mac]
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I'll be damned if I let this nigga walk wit' da dough
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kill my hoe, boy, kill my hoe?
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Five, fo' rounds, hit him twice, hit him in his stomach
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see me vomit blood,
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nigga eat slugs!
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{gun |