[Hook:]
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Deez my streets, deez my corners
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Fuckin' with Max B nigga, you's a goner
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Bullets in yo' ass like heat from the sauna
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Jeeps run up on ya
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Beef with them heats and them jeeps that'll scorn ya
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Mom through, pop through
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Dress up, black suit, tend to wear condom on ya
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Your wife, your friends, your kids condom on ya
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Don't fuck with the boy, I tried to warn ya
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[Verse 1:]
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Where the fuck is my bread (Where it at nigga)
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Mu'fucka, I'll bust yo' head (Bust ya shit)
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Fill ya fuckin' ass up with lead
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Heard through the grapevine, you working for the feds
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(That's what I heard dog)
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I'm 'bout to put Harlem on the map
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Pop the trunk of the Jag and put your father in the back
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We hoggin' in the back
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You niggaz eat real good in the front row while niggaz starvin' in the back
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We mobbin' in the back
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Gun cocked, jewels off, robbin' in the back
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Kill a white bitch while she joggin' in the back
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Open up your mouth, come slob a nigga's sack, bitch
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Max spit hard, the nigga rap
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Sawed-off shotgun, revolve a nigga clap
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All off hot one, dissolve a nigga fat
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All off hot ones, resolve a nigga's ass
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Yeah, talk to 'em nigga
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2:]
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I gets high and abusive
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Got a brand-new hammer and I'm dyin' to use it
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We kill a nigga softly, get a nigga off me
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Slap his tray on the floor and spill a nigga coffee
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I got faith in this man, but will he ever cross me
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Will he ever get up to gone and try to off me
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I ain't waiting on this nigga to do me
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I'm a do him like Nino did to G-Money in the movie
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One in his head on the roof
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The god blow back and kick bread on the stoop
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Infrared on your shoot
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Little small dots be resemblin' the circus
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Dissembling your surface
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I don't know which emblem to purchase
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I'm a household name, a good friend of the Burton's
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And all my lil' niggaz is deices
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Strap 'em up with C-4s and send 'em in the precinct
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3:]
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Niggaz saying Harlem ain't hot, don't get popped
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Nigga our gun talk
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Cop drops from cocaine rocks
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Gun spark, Glock cocked, brought it from Bangkok
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Turn your man into a Hulkamania tanktop (Damn)
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I'm a fan on the low, I like dudes
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Floss chain bigger like 60 ice cubes
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I can't predict my future
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But before I go back to the pen my bitch'll shoot ya
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I don't mean to confuse ya
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You got a good song, that don't mean you're the future (nope)
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You got a good song, think you the bomb
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Dogs out to fuse ya
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Post up with the ball, back down and use ya
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Post up with the.4, clap clowns, abuse 'em
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Gat sounds amusing, smackdown, remove 'em
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Nigga we'll lose ya (yeah)
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Keep ya fresh, put your body with the brew in the cooler
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Holla back, yes
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[Hook]
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Yeah, tried to warn you niggaz man
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Now y'all gotta learn the hard way
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Fuck it, 'bout to just take this shit all off
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Y'all can't stop me nigga
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Your Boss Don Biggaveli
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You niggaz fall back
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Gang Greene, Byrdgang bitch
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Let's get this money
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The game is all mines man
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All mine
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Deez My Streets
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| Max B |
