[Intro]
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This ain't even much the half of it ya heard me?
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(no indeed no indeed)
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Part of it.. that guerilla warfare gon be the whole of it
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(yes indeed yes indeed)
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Check it out..
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[Verse 1]
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Baby Gangsta motherfucker - fake nigga head bussa
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If I don't know ya don't trust ya
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If I don't trust ya then fuck ya
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Keep my finger on the trigga.. gotta think on the next nigga
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Out to have thangs I hustle hard for 6 figures
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Raised up thugged out, keep the fuckin gauge out
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Hoe shit done played out ya whole posse laid out
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Birds and money that's all that excite me
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Fuck bitches I'm bout money that's all that entice me
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President lover, undercover, ain't another like me
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You get a ki half price from Columbia fuckin with B
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Believe it's just in me to be a real soldier
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Gats I load, slip you don't value what's on ya shoulder
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Now I done told ya - the streets is real all the time
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Gotta survive the game nigga I'ma die for mine
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I ain't lyin.. I do what the fuck I gotta do
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Shoot who I gotta shoot if ya outside my crew
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Numbers 2-2-6, lotta buster playa hate it
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Takin off like Delta cause Manny Fresh can't be faded
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I'm a young nigga.. hard nigga.. street nigga
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Tryna get on my feet I creep you sleep six feet deep
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I'm dangerous.. I slang raw I don't cut it
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If I profit or not, as long as ya loaded then fuck it
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Yo head is a banana, squeal and get peeled
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Feel what come out my grill it's a must I keep it real nigga
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[Chorus x2]
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What cha wan do nigga
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How ya wan do it
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When ya wan do it we could get straight to it
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You could take it how ya wanna
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Bring it how ya feel
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Accept it in blood cuz
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Ya get it how ya live nigga
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[Verse 2]
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Fuck all that assholin nigga lets beef
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Remember I'm the one that said 'take it to the streets'
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Twerk somthin, handle up nigga, shake somthin
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Got a K with a drum -- and I'm ready to spray somthin
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Lay it down.. make the wrong move.. checkmate
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Think again.. you sendin peace messages, it's too late
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Tryin to recuperate.. after we left ya in the dust
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Big Boy can't fuck with us retaliation is a must
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Baby Gangsta, grim reaper, death bringer
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Assault rifle banger.. got a itchy trigger finger
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I let em hang-a....what you niggaz say you gon do me,do it man
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Underestimate in this war you gon lose it man
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Got a AR... 15 I mean
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D.O.A when I hit the scene nahmean?
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It's a bust-back thang nigga grab yo shit
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I come behind limo tint with the optimo lit
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Bust open the 911, let me take my hit
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Y'all done started, you can't quit
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I'm rushin with a monster blitz
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Lights out like the eclipse, rookies tryin to battle us
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Cockin and be bout poppin nigga its time to hanlde up
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3]
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All these.. jive niggaz wan rep on me
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Knowin they ain't bout to step cross Martin Luther King
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All these other initials besides U.P.T, and H.B. -
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Don't mean nothin to the B.G
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I'm ready to get down and dirty bout my place in this biz
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Let a nigga take me down after all this time? Shiiiit
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I'm a uptown shiner, bout takin what's mine-a
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Used to spin bins in camerys and pathfinders
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That's just to remind you, niggaz that tryin to
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Fade lil doogie slip nigga ill down you
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Me and my rounds come through set trippin
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Gettin it how we live and, takin respect ain't given
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50 rounds out each assault rifle we deliverin
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scary motha fuckaz...on ya block in each ya shiverin
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Fuckin with the B.G., Cash Money goin broke
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puttin change on niggaz brains behind me
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[Chorus x3]
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What U Want Do
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B.G. |