By popular demand
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In the motherfuckin streets
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Big Homie Scream
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With Big Homie Flock brind you
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Roaches to Rolex
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Yall motherfuckers ready?
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The trap hot, it¡¯s on fire
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Be the rap nigga like a busy bee play
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I run my hood, no marathon
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Took off for a minute now I¡¯m back on
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That bas bigger, my dreads longer
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My niggas rhythm, my weed stronger
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Smoking that pack, that body builder
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Money talks, I don¡¯t fuckin hear you
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You ain¡¯t dressed, you ain¡¯t got swag
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You a walking label, you a signed artist
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Got my own label, fuck these niggas
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With they middle fingers
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I¡¯mma die rich in the game bangin so it¡¯s fuck the prison
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When critics say I ain¡¯t talkin money
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I keep 1k, them niggas transform to my old ways
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Keep black doors on me like OJ
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I¡¯m turnt up off no drugs
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You turned down, you getting no love
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Love the energy so I¡¯m in the crowd
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Actin wild
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They know I go hard, bitch I¡¯m good with yall
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One phone call, send them killas at you
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That speed dial,
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Always visit 10 years, at the same time Joey beat his murder trial
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Always be the cal, that¡¯s upon the soldiers
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Still collecting opinions, I¡¯m a humbled nigga
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Never join forces, make my own way
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I keep cake, no birthday
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Fuckin off they competition
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I ain¡¯t lemonade
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Follow street laws, don¡¯t litigate
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I delegate, you follow
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I¡¯m on my own shit, you borrow
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Last nigga try to rob me got shot now he sue me for a half a mill
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That¡¯s real shit
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Big Homie Flock
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Squad
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Big Homie Flock (Intro)
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Waka Flocka Flame |