Feat. Lil' Wayne
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[Juvenile]
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I'd be a stupid motha fucka if I'm stuck in his pot
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I aint waitin to see what nigga out here love me or not
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I say I hate em from a distance and they scopin' my neck
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But these diamonds even cost me M-R and cars on my deck
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And I can already vision people sayin I'm wrong
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But I rather his momma than my momma singin that song
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Besides chickens gon' be chickens and ducks gonna be ducks
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And I'm all around guerrilla that love playin them cuts
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Im'a attached to the streets, those niggas in the pens
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Started problems wit ol' tymers that did ten
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And this bitch curly head still been in the case
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But he aint man enough to leave a real one in the face
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And to you 4-6 and 8 bitches wit t.v. Pranks
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You jeopardize my living quarters, wanna see me sank
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But I got news for everyone of y'all
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I know who yah is, plus I won't be satisfied until I go in yah crib
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[Hook]
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Whatcha getting scared for? Don't get spooked
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You was a bad mother fucker at first stunt too
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Lookin fed up so me and Wheezy we comin through
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And who ever sides yappin we gon' punish em too
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(Repeat x2)
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[Lil Wayne]
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Armed and Dangerous, Rich and Famous, Young and Restless
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Guns and Stretcha's, Crystal and dubs for breakfast
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I just got one suggestion, ask yah Testem, this cuz get hectic
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Send one through your son's intestines
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Lock, snock lung through testin's
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If the portrait, bodies piled up on porches, it won't be gorgeous
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Ride with the torch, scorchin, ready to blaze
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Step in me ways, kidnap your car for 70 days
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And let it be said Holly Grove's the home of a soldier
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And if a nigga breathe wrong than it's over
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I never love ya, my metal slug ya
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If you kept on fuckin wit the squad
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Put the coward's stomach by his thighs, nothin survives
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And as far as the coke, 20 bricks month and supply
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And as far as the dope, plenty chips come and say "Hi"
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Drop 3-2 roll, all black, buttons and shyer
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I don't need you hoe
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Jack my dick, cum in yah eyes
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What?
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[Hook]
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[Lil Wayne]
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Nigga C'mon
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You gotta love us
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Bumpin inside of humma's
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Ride as thugga's, we who be
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Think that them coward's busta's
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Why we hustlin in they sleep
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We be in that powder smuggle by the doubles every week
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And if one of them cowards run up try to knock him off his feet
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The brotha is Wheezy, love it or leave me
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Gats hug it and squeeze it
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Crack, bundle it easy
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Run it wit these n' murderers, crooks and x-cons
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Yah test mine I give it to yah chest 6 times
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[Juvenile]
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I believe in me and my family cuz niggas is broads
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That leave you slanted, thugged out wit a conspiracy charge
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All pussy aint the pussy like money and drugs
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I'm dickin bitches that trial and I'm the jury and judge
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I make sure I separate it, though I hate when I love
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Its just me, Cash Money Millionaires that wackin the plug
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Wud-up Lil Wheezy, im laid back up in the cut if yah need me
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Its love believe me
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[Hook]
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What U Scared 4
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| Juvenile |
