[Verse 1 - Chevy P aka Smoke]
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Nowadays girls and boys wanna lick me
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Her put her tongue on me him pull his gun on me
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I won't let 'em get me I stay strapped
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In case I try to stick her and he try to stick me
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So I'm... packin my magnums
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In case I gotta blast one
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The only time I'm leakin out my head is when I'm sweatin
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You ain't gon have me layin dead in my Chevy
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I worked hard for my rings chains and bracelet
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He left and came to take it brains eraded
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He bled red stains in pavement
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His crane split slain he lay stiff.. think about it...
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Before you make that move this be ya warning
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It's ready to be squeezed like an orange
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Bullets penetrate ya (bleed like menustration)
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I'ma empty out (more shells) than in (Run-D.M.C.'s) closet
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[Hook - Chevy P aka Smoke]
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I got my..
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Pistol grip on the side of me
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And ain't no bitch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me
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I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap
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Try me you'll bleed
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I let it rip empty the clip
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Run up you'll die in these streets
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[Verse 2 - Shawn Jay]
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Shawn Jay known to rip a instrumental
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You can bleed like I broke pen for dissen with a pencil
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Starvin artist I paint a picture
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Way I (touch O's) everyday for me like a game of (Twister)
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My achievement say I'm a legend
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Ghetto bitches be wishin they could spend a day in my presence
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I'm stackin plenty dough I stay on cloud nine
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Like 2Pac in "I Ain't Mad At Cha" video
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Now start with me I'ma target ya click
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The (Scope) I got ain't the type you (gargle and spit)
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It sit on top of the fifth small semi's and 4-4s
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Heat'll leave a enemy so cold
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Thirty feet away with one eye squinted
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You look like the man on the fuckin Public Enemy logo
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First nigga start shit
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Watch the tech spray a flame like a airbrush artist
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3 - Chevy P aka Smoke]
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Shiit.. I'll die for mine you aint gon take it wit ease
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You better go (jack monterey) for his (cheese)
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You run up on me in my 745 Beamer
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You catch 7 shots from my 45... heater
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In my lap is where the heat's kept
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I ride strapped and I ain't talkin about no seatbelts
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When I pull shoot and blast I'm aimin at cha head
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To make sure you dead you better wear a bullsetproof mask
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[Shawn Jay]
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It's no secret I keep the nina
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It spit soul food like sneaker cleaner
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I sell those pies I tell no lies
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Cookies same size as Tickle-Me-Elmo's eyes
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You don't know no dirt
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I'll put a hole through the head of the horse of ya polo shirt
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Like a nerd in a science fair hang around projects
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Buck! when I stop by
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[Hook - 2X]
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Pistol Grip
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Field Mob |