Chorus
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Shoot you in yo head makin' sure your dead
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Everybody's talkin' about the way that you bled
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But ain't no rats around because the U is in the clear
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So watch yo back mutherfucker cuz I'm creepin' up on ya from the rear
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First Verse
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{Tec-9}
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I'm sick of them mutherfuckers with that ho shit
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Make yo self known and stop talkin' from an distance
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I remember back to this round 1992
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Some niggas called me up sayin' we startin' a group
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Yeah I gave it a try but I was in it to win it
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Them niggas started somethin' they could not finish
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Now I got to move on so I signed with Cash Money
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Now I got some niggas who want to look at me funny
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But yo I ain't even gonna let them niggas step
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If they start to rep I'm gonna rep mutherfucker
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I got to set this shit straight now I'm on wax ya want to converse
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But I ain't got nothin' to say since ya pissed me off
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It's best to get yo monkey ass out of my fuckin' way
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A lot of people dislike me but they don't understand
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They the one's who really made me you can hate me forever
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I'm makin' money from yo head you can take this bounce
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To another level Cash Money is in effect If ya got a probelm
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Mutherfucker it's yo self you got to check
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I represent that fuckin' uptown
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Through the circumstances and the difficulties in the rap game
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Niggas be comin' with ho shit makin' it harder for next man
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I'm takin' a stand mutherfuck the next nigga
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Because ya got a plan with no heart
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I'm only down with them niggas who was down with me from the
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Very start ya sayin' this ya sayin' that
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The actual fact ya only lookin' for a way out
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So back up off me
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Chorus
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Shoot you in yo head makin' sure your dead
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Everybody's talkin' about the way that you bled
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But ain't no rats around because Tec-9 is in the clear
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So watch yo back mutherfucker cuz I'm creepin' up on ya from the rear
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Verse Two
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{Lil' Ya}
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Damn why they fuckin' with an nigga
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Ya not on the map but yet makin' yo name bigger
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you and that ho shit you know you don't mean it
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But if ya want some drama won't ya step to Ya bitch
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Ya talkin' bad about a nigga bitch get yo mind right
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Put down yo guns and let's begin to fight
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Cuz I'm a gangster and ya know I'm true to the game
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Test my nuts anyway to see if I'm lame
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I got muscle comin' strong gee
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Tellin' this o'l mark ass gangstas
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To back up off me
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Chorus
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Shoot you in yo head makin' sure your dead
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Everybody's talkin' about the way that you bled
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But ain't no rats around because Lil' Ya is in the clear
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So watch yo back nigga cuz I'm creepin' up on ya from the rear
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Third Verse
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{Yella Boy}
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Now a days I'm comin' round but it's cool ya see
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Still a ho ass mutherfuker better act ya like ya know fool
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Ya better step correct because I'm gonna put yo ass in check
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Comin' stompin' out the third you the "U" is in effect
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Nigga I still thought niggas livin' violent kimo by by my side
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If ya ever slip my pass that mean yo ass want to die
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i'm tellin' you like this cuz yall niggas makin' me pissed
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Ya fuckin' with the Cash Money ya gonna get yo damn head split
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Jealous bitches here boo-koo jealous bitches there
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My nigga Lil' Slim say shake yo ass up in a minute
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Bitch I started off strong I bet ten that's how finish
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What kind of nigga try'na go for his bitches be try'na stop me
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All upset they need to find them some dick
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But I'm gonna let the fuckin' pressure grow
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Suckin' makin' me strong slippin' with that ho shit
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Don't ya know I got pussy c'mon to me bitches on my
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Dick and that is that B-32 and Suga Fingers keepin' things tight
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That's an fact (Yeah) I got the six and b mob by my side
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So watch yo back here come an mutherfuckin' drive by
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Loadin' the gat's we got to be strapped packin' the gat's
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Can't get trapped steppin' hos checkin' a nigga with my bozack
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Why I got to keep on tellin' you not to battle me
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When ya know one thing that you can never pay me back
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So bitch get off me
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Chorus
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Shoot you in yo head makin' sure your dead
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Everybody's talkin' about the way that you bled
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But ain't no rats around because Yella boy is in the clear
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| So watc |
