Feat. Troy Ave
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(Intro)
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I batter up the streets, berserk
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Niggas ain't out here, putting in work
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It's way about time to twerk
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(Hook)
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I'm from the bottom
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I was right, niggas ain't gon'get me
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It's cool, I got them, I got popping,
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Now they feeling shitty
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I got my self payed Diddy, and the Rubens
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Since that,
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If you a self made nigga than you fuckin wit fast
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Men do what they say, and say what they mean
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Stand on my own two feet, nuts hang in between
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I'da came up, and I got my aim up (powder)
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These fake real niggas, got the game fucked up(word)
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Who y'all want me to pick on
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Give me a rapper(name)
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(Pick one!)
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I will talk about his grandma
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About his brother, about his kids
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I'm so disrespectful, man
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Damn, what they won't do to a nigga
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Not a motherfucking thang
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I don't care if they got the red or blue bandana
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Tied around their head
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Then I complain
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I am the realest shit coming outta New York
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But they sleeping on me
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Like I don't do records with J
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Wo, my rap sheet soldier
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I have shooters with the big BANG BANG BANG
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My nigga, I was hoping
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Don't pull us here into women and lil' kids
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I'm about that action
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I know y'all can feel my energy
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I have never do a song or take a picture with a nigga
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That was once my enemy
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I ain't the most lyricsl
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But you can't front, the nigga clever
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As far as this rap shit go
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I wanna be remembered for saying the realest shit ever
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(Hook)
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(Verse)
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The police, the D.A. and the judge so racist
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They been sober in court and throw us high behind cages(?)
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They so racist, it never be a crime of vice
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They so racist.
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I'm from a place that you're not s'posed to make it
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If you ain't got your gun on you, you considered naked
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When opportunity present it self, you take it
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You ain't front, man
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You got a big chain on, I'mma take it
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Then take it to the pawnshop for money exchanging
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I'm a regular, know the owner on a first name basis
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A lot of niggas front, but they scared of closed cases
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With the cuffs goin' on their wrist, they give up information
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Oh, they cam't take it, same thing they pull the trigger with(?)
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No statements(oh, they couldn't take it)
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Always telling 'em how much time the judge gon' give 'em
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That 20 years to life, all that thug life wasn't in 'em
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(Hook)
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Self Made
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Uncle Murda |