Uh, official lord nigga Tilly
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Official lord nigga Tilly
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Official lord nigga Tilly, one to the districts
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Drops you niggas on the neck, and now I'm back in the streets,
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Nigga play the hit, they got a high class freak! (X2)
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A1 if I need to show her how to shoot the metal
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When she moving through the kettle.
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Had to take them with the shovel,
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Leave them under with the devil
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On my new Philly... knew a hustler never settle.
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Hitting every target, keep riding, nigga pedal
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Hit them rock, hit them slop, hit the chops on my level
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Duffle bag to the shooter, spin the ...
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Show them how a nigga moving, If a nigga gets to shoot in.
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I put this on lame, motherfucker, we ain't losing!
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It's my automatic.... hit them hard, hit them low
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Show them how to shit the dough,
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Nigga trying to get the dough
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I'm a product of the street with some writers with the heat
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Lay back, smoke my weed... on the beat!
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Motherfuckers!
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Hook: (x2)
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Man, I put that on the dead homies
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All I know is get that bread, homie
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Got a pocket full of dead homies
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(Let's get them!)
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And I'mma get them to til dead homies!
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Gun shots in the morning I wake up to the sound,
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I quickly grab my hammer, bitch tell me, 'calm down!'
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If they're talking beef, I quickly swerve them like a butler
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I'm riding through the city like I own this motherfucker!
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They hate the way I roll, but these niggas can't stop it
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Stash cracked opened, got this hammer I'm popping.
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Son asked me, 'daddy, why are you riding with that gun?'
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I'm like,' these nigga hating trying to kill a nigga son,
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But you're protected, aren't you?
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Watch me kill them in a second!'
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Homie turned snitch, so I guess it was a lesson.
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A cold blunt, so I guess this rich feared his ending.
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He turned 14, I bet my son will get his Bentley.
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My daughter get that Ashton, bitch get thee Rolex
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The homie's Panemeras, and my momma get the glow.
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The rollie full of ice, so I guess time froze
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At the dinner's in 8 months, so no feelings are exposed.
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Dead homies!
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Hook: (x2)
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Man, I put that on the dead homies
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All I know is get that bread, homie
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Got a pocket full of dead homies
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(Let's get them!)
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And I'mma get them to til dead homies!
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Put it to the set, boy, and I'm finally clean
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Igniting on the scene like a batch of metham
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A hot blur on me, and some Codeine
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Shoot it out slow, marching with the police.
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Get that money lately, know that they don't like it
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(Don't like it!)
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Running up a check, bitch, stop fighting!
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I do it for my niggas, when they got...
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Talking about that money, know I'm driving.
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Hook: (x2)
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Man, I put that on the dead homies
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All I know is get that bread, homie
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Got a pocket full of dead homies
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(Let's get them!)
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And I'mma get them to til dead homies!
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Dead Homies
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Young Chris |