Ft. Young Lito & King Sevin
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(Hook)
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No matter what you say and what you do
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The streets is mine and nigga you are through
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Yourself is who you lyin'
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If you're fuckin' with mine, you must be outta yo mind
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Go L Go L Go L
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Yourself is who you lyin'
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If you're fuckin' with mine, you must be outta yo mind
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Go L Go L Go L
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(Verse: Troy Ave)
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I heard somebody called me Troy Average
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Well lemme tell you bout this shit, a nigga average
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Two to four new hoes on the average
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And they 8 or half a dime on the average
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Every show I get it down on the average
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I am lucky with the don, gotta have it
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Man, my diamonds bout 81 karats
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Youz a ? or we might go automatic
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Easily, ten shots on the average
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Bought a Porsche, man, no hustle, no carriage
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So when you hate us tweet, I have to carriege
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Cause spent 4 thou' a week and I still manage
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You niggas ain't comin' out neva
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Neva neva neva
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You colded in December, diamond getta
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Getta getta getta
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(Hook)
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No matter what you say and what you do
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The streets is mine and nigga you are through
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Yourself is who you lyin'
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If you're fuckin' with mine, you must be outta yo mind
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Go L Go L Go L
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Yourself is who you lyin'
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If you're fuckin' with mine, you must be outta yo mind
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Go L Go L Go L
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(Verse: Young Lito)
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The weather gettin' nice, I'm in the villa with my feet up
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We on Patrone, margaritas, gettin' blown like the speaker
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Mix the small liquor while she rollin' up the reefah
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We all gettin' money, livin' fast like the cheetah
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These niggas broke, I'm livin' like the broker
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Like a dealer stackin' chips, we ain't even playn poker
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They wanna weigh the flag like they listenin' to Soka
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I could pull you niggas' cards, but I ain't playn with you jokers
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I'm chasin' quarters like I have to make a quota
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A nigga actin' fly, then I can lay a nigga ova
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I'm still a Goddfella, I ain't playn Ray Liotta
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I be in the grave ova whackin' hammers like the bakin' soda
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The game's ova, we shinin' like the armura
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And all my niggas stay strapped like the ?
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You think I worry bout you old niggas? Not at all
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Cause lil heaaches get popped like Italian law
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So, killa, you remember me? Stayed on punishment
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But now I'm on MTV
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See that hot 97, 105 faithfully
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My competition in the back, screamin' wait for me!
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(Verse: King Sevin)
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Nigga, please, I can't wait, I gotta speed up
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Bout to turn the heat up
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Niggas sneak dissin' but they peaceful when we meet up
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And tho these fans travellin' fo' miles just to see us
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Man, I'm still in the hood, c-c-countin' up Mariah
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I ain't lyin', I got it, did it, came up, already did it
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Might hit the stripclub and go throw an Honda Civic
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I do it for the times I ?
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I just kick rums, get money and hit hoes
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Zip mo', like a zimbalam
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If you hatin' you oughta look at the score board, man
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Yo shit is the slaughter
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And you double my age, I'm prolly fuckin' yo daughter
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Don't think rap is yo thing, just try takin' an order, nigga
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(Hook)
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You niggas ain't comin' out neva
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Neva neva neva
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You colded in December, diamond getta
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Getta getta getta
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No matter what you say and what you do
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The streets is mine and nigga you are through
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Yourself is who you lyin'
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If you're fuckin' with mine, you must be outta yo mind
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Go L Go L Go L
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Yourself is who you lyin'
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If you're fuckin' with mine, you must be outta yo mind
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Go L Go L Go L
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3005 (Remix)
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