(feat Project Pat)
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Once again
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You do wrong, wrong will follow (always)
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That's real shit, real spit nigga, you know the business
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Hook:
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The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga bout hundred ain't got no love (x 4)
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What you sayin' nigga? What you sayin' nigga?
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What you sayin' nigga now? What you sayin' nigga?
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The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga bout hundred ain't got no love
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The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga bout hundred ain't got no love
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I'll tell you what time, don't play with my bread
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Nigga you do, they gonna find you as they
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Body and joint, and start to your lain
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Take on your mouth, a hole in your head
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Funny some dope let the nigga in dead
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How you gonna pay me? Nigga don't swear
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Dues on deck, you know what's next
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Sinner to your house, now it's time take a left.
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Now you're in our box nigga causing affair
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Hollow point and butt shots, all in your neck
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Told you about playin' with a nigga like that
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Now you found gonna visit you, payin' they was best
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Tell you one time, don't play with my money
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Sold out my dope, now you're running our stunt
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All in the monsk play the money in your wallet
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Nigga must think, he don't owe me nothing
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nigga must think I forgot about mine
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he pressed ignore when I caught his line
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I'ma play cool like everything fine
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Catch you coming home, land down with the knife.
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Hook:
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The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga bout hundred ain't got no love (x 4)
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What you sayin' nigga? What you sayin' nigga?
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What you sayin' nigga now? What you sayin' nigga?
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The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga bout hundred ain't got no love
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The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga bout hundred ain't got no love
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Bang-bang shoot em up, these niggas don't give a f*ck
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Hundred upon you and ball day, pull them guns out, shoot you up
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.. life over life green, kill a nigga over soft white
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You ain't familiar, don't come here
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And if you do better walk life,
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Our .. is a nightmare, hold my size, now fair the crooger
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Niggas ain't got shit to lose, shooter out like rest to movin'
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The trigger ain't got no heart, the nigga 'bout hundred ain't got no love
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These niggas ain't wearin' no mask in and these niggas ain't wearin' no love
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These niggas don't fight no more, f*ck taking the high road
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Little homie 'bout 16, bustin' gun his eyes closed
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F*ck with all that gangsta talk, know you ain't 'bout that life
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Put the heaters on your ass, bet you come up off that ice
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[Hook:]
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No business, no business, no business, no business
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50 shots, clearest bitch I'm like a tornado
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Two choppas, who identical call the cane the neighbor
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Where we fade, we're grippin' in my stash like a soup later
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Roll upon the shot, I'm in his head, bust it to made up
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You niggas get high on the shit like there hold your nuts
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I'll shut gun glass till your stomach bitch, hold your guts
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You say you gain affiliated is to keep cuts
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And when them bullets get the popp they don't get no f*ck
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Money rules everything and we got the cash
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Pay your home is one bag, to blow up your ass
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Kidnap your f*ck your resident no mask no lie
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If he I, turn your body and punch your dopes don't be a..
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No Heart No Love
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Juicy J |