[B.G.]
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Wasup nigga?
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This the H.N.I.C. of Choppa City Records
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3 time loser but I still ride with it, ya heard me?
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[Verse 1]
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Well it's Geezy, the hottest of the hot
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You can catch me posted in the middle of the block
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Suited and booted, I'm bout it, ain't gotta prove it
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I see it then I'ma do it, I up it then I'ma use it
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And it's like that, don't think you gon' steal
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a nigga off my team and my team ain't gon' strike back
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We'll be right back, fuck you done it nigga
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We treat beef like coke, we 2-for-1 a nigga
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Them soldiers coming nigga, you hear 'em stumpin nigga
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Your clips loaded about 100, it ain't no runnin nigga
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You gon' get punished nigga, and your partners too
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You in beef, so that mean they got it too
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Now is they nuttin up, or they skettin out
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You gon' see when that pressure come, they gon' rat you out
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And once we find out, where ya layin at
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That's when we come in 50 deep and scram that
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[Chorus: x2]
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I keep peeps that will always, ride with me
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I got beef so I always, ride with that
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When I creep I always, ride with that
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When we meet then ya know I'ma be, poppin that
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[Verse 2]
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You know I sleep and I eat it
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I'm in the streets it ain't easy
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All year round, where I'm from it's murder season
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I keep mine close, always in grabbing reach
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I heard they got a few niggaz talkin bout snatchin me, nabbin me
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I ain't going for that, come with it, come get it
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Last nigga tried, you know how it ended
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Wig splitted, dun-diggidy, I'm bout this, I bang back
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You ain't gotta wonder where them things at, they right here
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I walk with em, ride with em, sleep with 'em
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Fuck with me, I'ma show you I'm a fool when I creep with 'em
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I'ma beast with em, Gizzle don't play, I'm a dog
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AK's, Mack 11's, Tech 9's, got 'em all
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Put your face on the wall, I'm lookin at that
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Sayin how ya gon' let a nigga hit me from the back
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You gotta think in the streets, don't trust nobody
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If you ever caught hustlin, don't bust nobody
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
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When death come close your eyes, you won't see that shit
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Fuckin with Choppa City, nigga it's gon' be that shit
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We bout that trigger play, partner you could leave that shit
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I'm a uptown nigga, I'ma be that there
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Bitch made type nigga, can't be that there
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When there's money coming in, I'ma be right there
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C-Vannis, Magnolia, I'ma be right there
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With the 40 on my hip, the chopper 'cross the street
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The sniper on the roof, keepin a eye on me
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I'm a product of the street, I get it how I live
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It is what it is so I get it how I live
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I'm bout that guerilla warfare, I cock the nine back
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I told her [?] round, I'm bout the dime bags
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Whatever you're thinking, don't try that
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Cause where ya hide at, I'ma find that
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[Chorus]
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Ride With That
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B.G. |