[DJ Paul sample]
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bustin with that 45 make them bitches back it up, back it up [repeat 4X]
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[Verse 1]
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I'm 5 foot 8, from the Bay, white as fuck and do not play
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If you want me, come and get me, Fraiser Drive is where I stay
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Won't you come on down my way, I hope that you ain't afraid
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You won't even need the numbers cuz we posted every day
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On the corner or in my front yard where we smoke marijuana
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Sit back, wait on the police to ride by and stare so we can dog'em
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Know wha I'm sayin, they can't fade us, so what the fuck you think you gon do?
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We HCP, clicked up with the rest of the world and yes we deep foo
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You don't wanna end up an example of what we would to to haters mayne
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Victimz have said that we bring the pain and witnesses that we all the same
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I don't wanna stress on otha shit that y'all been constantly questionin
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Shit that I'm preachin come from people teachin
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The shit that I remember so deep within
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And when I get to where I'm gonna be in my successful life
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I'ma look down at y'all haters in disgrace cuz I done took my flight
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And when I get ready shine in that stage of my life
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I'ma make sure all y'all haters remember me and I'm gon allrigh
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[Chorus]
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So many haters in this world they wanna see us fall
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We have no love for none of you bustaz, I said none of y'all
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I know you see me everyday, I'm posted on the wall
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I'm gonna continue to mash and always standin ten toes tall
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So many haters in this world they wanna see us fall
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We have no love for none of you bustaz, I said none of y'all
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I know you see me everyday, I'm posted on the wall
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We gonna continue to mash and always standin ten toes tall
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BITCH!
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[Verse 2]
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Keep'em breathin, leave'em bleedin, boy this is not haters season
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This the reason for them beefin, all the rest is just some treason
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I got nina's, I got rifles, I got fully auto's too
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You get one I will get five and everyone will come for you
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This the truth, I got problems in my life and that'z a fact
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But that don't give you one right to jump in my shit and holla back
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With a different brain, simple thangs, keep me on a different plane
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Bizness mayne, with pleasure to settle by an open flame
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Plently change will be excepted, but plus I want the fame
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Know my name and disrespect it but it will stay the same
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Down the drain, knowin for me I have to be workin thangz
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Love the game, wanna retire but when I'm 80 mayne
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Mary Jane all in my system but yet I still maintain
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I'm insane, so hard to hide it but still I can't complain
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I got killaz takin good care of ya, leavin plenty stainz
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With the shovel I'm gonna bary yo mangled up remainz
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Talk about these hatin lil boys, carryin they toys but they small dawg
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Put yo 22 under my 5-0 cal and I'ma get rawed dawg
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Ain't no need to stall dawg, I'ma blow up on all y'all
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Racin across the nation to yo crib, I ??
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Now we about to stop, now the road about 2 blockz
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Reachin yo house wit two glockz, got in yo house wit 2 knockz
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Came to the door in Reebok's, joggin pants wit no sockz
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Run up them steps actin like you won't get caught but break them door lockz
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Situations gettin mixed, ? yo boy got in some shit
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Crossed the wrong one, he found out he didn't know who he was fuckin wit
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Wyte, backed up by Triple Six
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In the next year don't fuck wit this
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Fraiser, bound, and youngsta, *Hyptonized* is how I'll leave ya bitch
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Blastin back wit competition, stainin on y'all fuckin hoez
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Leavin incision pushin some pimpin righ up out the do'
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Hate me now, hate me later, it's all good I gots to go
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So many haters up in my world, couldn't count'em on my handz and toez
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[Chorus]
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Ten Toes Tall
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Lil' Wyte |