(Verse)
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I'm from Southside of the black land
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Got shooters in Shirack
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Got shooters and I'll blast ya
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I'm good at places you've neva been
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And I'll give you shots, no medicine
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So test fly, don't try that
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I luv niggas with big guns
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Take limbs off and gets contact
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Ain't scared to catch no murder case
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Every summer it's the murder rate
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I send 'em now, I send 'em later
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When it cool off, I prefer to wait
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Cause a real boss gotta think smart
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Cause a gold lease can clean off (?)
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On winner's beef, we neva seen y'all
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Cause the truth is yo team soft
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You ain't good out in these streets, nigga
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You a foreign, no green card
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I been out in these streets nigga
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Since a yung nigga get green-o
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Jury on out in any hood (?)
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Won't believe what this rain cost
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Never tuck in my chain, nigga
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I'm pullin' up in yo dream car
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You can't talk real and not mention me
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What? You niggas ain't get a check
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I'm the realest in and I built yo innest
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Turn any block to Virginia tech
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You a pussy nigga, neva been a threat
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I'm throwin' bullets, ye layn in it
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Like anytime you can intercept
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Like Brandon Lee, die in the set
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Like bleaw, nigga I ain't playn no games
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I ain't talkin' bout a rubble
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When I say I got raze like
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Like bleaw, frontin' for the fame
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Get yo name on the news cause I really got aim with the 2
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Like bleaw, shootaz got nuttin' can do 2 me
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I'm only 2 or 3, you ain't do 2 to me
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Like to hit jewelry
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Nigga you full of me
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Shootin', that's not what you said you gon' do to me
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These rappers as fake as a three dollar bill
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And I really don't care how they feel
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Don't make you a gangster cause you touched a mil
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Put you on the plate, I'll make you a meal
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Don't make me reveal the truth out you niggas
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You know that I will
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Green light ya for real
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It's nuttin', my nigga
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I put out yo head on a brick and just offer a deal
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Tho' he know you a Poseidon
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Know you a lie, everything you say a lie
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Ain't no surprise, Foolin' with me no surprise
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All of these crooks ?
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Tell you apart, all you can swallow this knife
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Really don't matter to me
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I let ya decide
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Maybe I'll let you slide (weapon loading) Sike!
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Homicide!
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Before this rap I was yo favorite rapper's favorite shooter
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That ain't a question, I'm a ridah like I drive a hoova
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I'm too G so without me there wouldn't be no Google
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The street credit 3.50 without my approval (?)
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(Outro)
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Fuck, fuck 'em man!
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Blatlanta
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Waka Flocka Flame |