[Verse 1: Webbie]
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Well fuck it, go on, turn the music up again
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I heat the streets up like a oven, it ain't nuthin
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I want mine. just hit me up when its "on time"
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I ain't duct-taped me a nigga up in a long time!
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Im'a die thuggin. I think Im'a die bustin
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Im'a die hustlin, cuz I refuse to die with nuthin
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bumpin crews who drove from Cali in my old school two-tone
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they missed me niggas barely, I want they whole fuckin crew gone!
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In that zone, where there ain't no smirks, niggas get murked
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just keep hidin cuz its too late to go to church, now
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show you muthafuckers how this trill shit work, now
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turn your shit into the 4th of Ju-ly, boo-yah!
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Savage: AKA Webster Gradney. Real name still bring flame
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swang hang, let them thang rang,
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leave brains all on ya fuckin shoestrang
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I'm tellin you, we ain't playin, we comin!
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[CHORUS X2]
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Skulls gettin cracked for (this what you want?)
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Kids gettin snatched for (this what you want?)
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Ain't no remorse for (this what you want?)
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These bitches ask for (what you want?)
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Killaz on deck for (this what you want?)
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Ain't no respect for 'em (this what you want?)
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I want the rest of 'em (what you want?)
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These bitches as for (what you want?)
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[Verse 2: Lil Trill]
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When its on, its on. Ain't no callin it off
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Ain't no cop'in no plea, so ain't no talkin at all
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You on the internet thug? You wanna buck in the club?
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Well guess what? We gon' show you niggaz 'bout playin with us
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We cant get you, we get the fam. Thats just how the game goes
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Thought you was a gangsta, but you sweeter than the rainbow
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I heard you [?] but I thought you was a man, though
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We ain't never scary, we got guns like Hussein, though
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Ash like Obama. Guns thats Futurama
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Oh, you a mama's boy? I bring it to you and yo mama!
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Nigga ye ain't 'bout that drama, so cool out, and cool down
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Go and get ya clique but that choppa will make move 'round
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Its however you want it. However you make it
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Come to your apartments nigga, leave that whole thang vacant
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Its what you want. I'm givin you a option
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The K, or the airfare. I think we gonna pop him!
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[CHORUS X2]
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[Verse 3: Webbie]
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I got a choppa in the car, a choppa in the car
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catch ya stoppin at the stoplight, pop ya in your car
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pop ya on your ass, treat ya like a ho
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[?] hook up with ya sister, and treat her like a ho
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I love ya like a pussy, I hate ya cuz ya pussy
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I'm the trillest nigga livin, bitch
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and I don't give a fuck about what anybody sayin,
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or anybody drank, and I'll show up in they brain
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"What these pussy niggas thinkin?!"
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Webbie. You don't got no fuckin credit
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and bitch, you holdin sumthin so come on, let me get it
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I fuck her in her ass, I did it til she shitted
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I put it on her ass, shittin on the wrong nigga
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I smell blood. I smell blood
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I feel played, and some skulls gettin cracked for
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Somebody fin' to need a tampon
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Its one of these pussy niggas time of the month
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[CHORUS X2]
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What You Want
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| Webbie |
