(feat. Sin City)
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[Intro:]
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Fuck all that, pop that bottle, man
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You're asking me all these questions!
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Fuck about, no'
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I always can find no money they can't catching it
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Hook:
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I ran around, take a nigga, fuck a label
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Pretty nigga, but she on me for the paper
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Plucking out she is out' niggas, see you later
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My mna, I'll you down, so free the nigga, own me favors
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Uh, show them love (show them love),
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The show me hate (they show me hate)
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Throw some ones and I figure hate (and I figure hate)
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Tell the goons I only play
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Bottle after bottle, go DJ!
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They're drinking Rose, but they're not pouring liquor out
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Pay respect! Let's not forget what all my real niggas about!
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Make money, drink Rose, piss it out
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Fuck hoes, kick 'em out, Lord knows you're missing out!
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You missed that one!
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Your favorite rapper used to be one time (fuck you!)
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My favorite rapper was a dealer one time (true!)
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Used to play the building, make a killer out one time
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But now our car wheels that look ill when the sun shine (you see it)
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The roof gone, so fuck it
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I have my roof gone and' the ball game
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It's', it's all the same
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Over forty on my wrist, I put that forty on your brain.
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And back to you niggas that's screaming shots fire (Fuck up!)
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Even you pussy, you're a car rider (Decay!)
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A pussy in the drop, you know it drops fire
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You cock suckers second hand watch buyer
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I don't Tweet at the same niggas I beef at
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Cause my niggas gonna be at the same places you eat at (hungry?)
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If that's beef, then you can fucking eat that! (get em!)
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As a matter of fact, tweet that!
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My neck a 100 G pack! (It ain't over!)
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' a nigga like three laps
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Baby voice, believe that! (youngling!)
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Shots fire, nigga won't see that!
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Sixty rats getting head, nigga now lean back!
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Hook:
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I ran around, take a nigga, fuck a label
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Pretty nigga, but she on me for the paper
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Plucking out she is out' niggas, see you later
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My mna, I'll you down, so free the nigga, own me favors
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Uh, show them love (show them love),
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The show me hate (they show me hate)
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Throw some ones and I figure hate (and I figure hate)
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Tell the goons I only play
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Bottle after bottle, go DJ!
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They say I got a fetish for convertibles
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But really is the feds that I'm allergic to
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My man was in the feds and he converted too
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Came home for the' (Pelicans)
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But buying' (you hear me?)
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That's more world out the one two respond to
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Hit the band, had them bend, do a curb or two
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Can't bend with some gens that will murder you
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Ill shit, pocking Biggie with a Testament
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The real shit, the watches 50 is the estimate
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You still taking shots and you see in years (I hear you)
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And I still go through blocks that you ain't seen in years.
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Making your body go through shot if we appear
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You're the type that look to God for convenient prayers (I say, Lord)
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And that's usually when the gun out
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I usually drop my top, motherfucker when the sun out!
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Hook:
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I ran around, take a nigga, fuck a label
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Pretty nigga, but she on me for the paper
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Plucking out she is out' niggas, see you later
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My mna, I'll you down, so free the nigga, own me favors
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Uh, show them love (show them love),
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The show me hate (they show me hate)
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Throw some ones and I figure hate (and I figure hate)
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Tell the goons I only play
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Bottle after bottle, go DJ!
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Go DJ
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| Jim Jones |
