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now i don worried fo da last time
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thankin bout how ya'll niggas choke like da big game
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gettin slapped like a BITCH it ain't no new thang
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without dat cheese see im cakin em up shawty to cut fo fees
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now big time celebrity cant u tell frum there
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open yo heart to dis ho she light skinned wit good hair
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got u caught up in emotions dat u cant replace
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now u comin out yo pocket cause she givin you face
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gettin laced wit yo boyz i know shawty she wit da dubs
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see she da type a bitch'll git u served at da club
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pinnin pictures to get you all versace down
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straight clown and den she waitin on some weddin vows
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LAME NIGGA! u shoulda known dat she wouldn't shit
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instead of spendin cheese u shoulda got dat bitch slick NOW!
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chorus 2x
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its all about survival do or die
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it just aint big enough for u and i
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if i dont git u you'll git me
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as soon as my feet bless the concrete
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now hold up
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i think my eyes playin a joke on me homes
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i know niggas didnt just finish runnin out of my home
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i think its best fo dem to wait fo my hi to settle
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because thats da best way they live through da day nigga!
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i hate it cause my weight was missing
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bust off a couple shots wit my neighbors listening
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pissed off cause my safe had a empty space
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and murder will be da case if money aint replaced
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and i know who knew exactly where my stash was
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plus i bet i reach his crib fo his ass does
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now hes a has was
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life must not mean much
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i bring a homocide scene once my greens touch
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da phone ring i picks it up aint nothin but-
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[a whats up dog i heard you got stuck fo some money now you know i was born
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wit a heart full of stone im wit whatever man hit yo boy tell me when its
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on]
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nigga its on tonite
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meet me at da spot
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shoot up his gravesite and leave da casket hot
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i dont care how we do it
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long as it git don
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cash back plus some dont make me have to bust some
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when it come to money trust none
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it be dem hot ones u be runnin frum
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see where im comin frum
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chorus 2x
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i aint lyin
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some times i feel like a microphone
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lame niggas keep talkin to me wont leave me 'lone
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bit da dome
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somebody please turn da speakers on
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so these lame boys can hear demselves remindin me ??
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beat da wrong nigga down lookin fo a half a pound
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but buddy had a ounce so i laughed and i bounced
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ha ha ha
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shawty pimped a ???
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mackin never slackin never cappin say minyon
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let me tell bout a crazy ho i meet frum Crenshaw
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she was jockin on my state but den a hold up wait
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thats da same hoochie dat got Pookie in dat dookie
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lied and said that my nigga was physically abusive
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losin my cool but i stay calm and i collect there
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knowin dat dis ho just want my money and and my sex and
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beggin me to go home her so i went on wit da ho[damn]
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now she got my stupid ass sittin up in court
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shawty lyin yo honor
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u can ask my nigga oozie
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all i got was some head
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hear da teeth marks to prove it
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but anyhow i won da case and shawty went back to L.A.
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[rule 1] watch yo ass next time you get some face cause
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chorus 2x
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music fades
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Bless the Concrete
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Jim Crow |