[B.G. Talking]
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Oh yeah, Oh yeah
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Oh yeah
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See real niggas I can fuck with them, ya heard me?
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Bitch niggas I can't fuck with them Hoe niggas,
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niggas who do all that talkin' I can't fuck with them I ain't lying man them niggas be,
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ohh they put salt in the game, you heard me I swear to Jesus, Lord forgive me for swearing but look, look...
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[Verse 1]
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I'm 'bout whatever I'm always ready to flip a nigga
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When I'm in beef never hesitate to get a nigga
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'95 was when I first attempted to kill a nigga
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So much happened since then I can't even remember nigga
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I'm off the block when at anytime it can happen
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Come off in the street if you think that I'm just rappin'
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And I guarantee when you leave it won't be in an ambulance, I guarantee you'll leave zipped up in a body bag
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I fuck with niggas on parole and probation
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I fuck with niggas that appealed and still waitin'
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The game hurtin' I swear that the streets need y'all
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When I get right I'ma do what I can to reach y'all
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I ain't gone lie these new niggas fuckin' the game up
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They get popped, and wanna bring a nigga name up
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I can't rock like that, oh no, I hit these [?] eaters they can't keep they mouth closed
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[Hook x2]
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Now if you 'bout your business
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(you can roll with me)
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If you done been convicted
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(you can roll with me)
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If you 'bout them bitches
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(you can roll with me)
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If you bust back when niggas is spittin'
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(you can roll with me, roll with me)
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[Verse 2]
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I surround myself with nothin' other than real niggas
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If they beefin', you best believe they gone kill niggas
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Fuck them people, code on the streets is "never squeal nigga"
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I don't care if you got life and they up a deal nigga
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I'ma take my lick like a man, I was taught that
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I can't violate the street code, that's where my hearts at
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So when they question me, there's nothin' they'll find out
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I go head an cop out, so I can ride out
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Get in there, post up, and hold it down like a G
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Click-Clack with deputy's having 'em meeting my auntie
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Bringin me grams of dro, and ounces of sticky green
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A hustler gone hustle behind bars, like on the street
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That's how its been with me, and that's how its gone be
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That's why real niggas fuck with me, that's cause they feel me
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And if you feel me, ain't got no hoe in ya
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You got some gangsta in your blood, nigga I can roll with ya
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[Hook x2]
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[Verse 3]
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Half of my click been all charged with homicide
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More than half done all been part of a drive by
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The rest of 'em is tweakin' unless some shots fly
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And I also keep a 10-piece hot girl by my side
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I call her Bonnie and she be callin' me Mr. Clyde
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She'll take my charge she know I'm on paper for 5
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So if I go back again then that's a wrap homie,
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And promise you that's somethin' she ain't gone have homie
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I'm too important right now to be state property
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That's why I chill I ain't no duck, I know they watchin' me
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But they can watch me all they want, they wasting pictures on me
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I been cut them niggas loose that I thought was snitchin' on me
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Fuck around and tell my P.O. he got a brick on 'em
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And then I'll turn around on an have to put a hit on 'em
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That's the type who don't respect who code, nigga
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Under pressure they fold, so I can't roll with ya!
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[Hook x2]
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Roll With Me
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B.G. |