Fake niggaz get rejected auditionin for heart
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They auditionin for the wrong part
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Nigga you ain't from the hood you got the wrong one
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You all soft with no thought all talk
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You in the wrong sport
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In a golf cart talkin bout you hardcore
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With that bullshit 22 you bought from Wal-Mart
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My gat bark, bite you like a shark
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Right in the heart like a mosquito bite in the dark
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You got bit you massage it, I'ma lighten your pockets
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Make a withdrawal and take your deposits to split profit
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My sawed-off blow arms off
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Insurance don't cover what a prosthetic skull cost
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It's your loss; Motherfuckers keep your ears to the streets
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Cuz if you raise up get hit in the head with the heat
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If you dead you can't eat so don't be a fool and
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Try to protect your jewels cuz they can't protect you
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[Chorus x2]
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Yea, pull out the heat them cats will get back
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Then shut your mouth niggaz'll get clapped
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Oh, you still off runnin' your trap
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Well nigga take 'dat, nigga take 'dat
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Uh, murderous mind state is a given
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Master of self but a slave to the rhythm
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My wolves like dogs say sick 'em man get 'em
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My slugs heat seekin if I spit 'em I'ma hit 'em
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I'm a marksman spend my free time at the range
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Just incase I gotta put one up in your brain
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Sit your five dollar ass down before I lay change
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I don't believe y'all niggaz, y'all niggaz been lames
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One spit flames call a fireman
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Sendin these weak motherfuckers to the [?]
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Sixteens hit like the bird flu and my word true
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I could dial seven digits and get you hurt dude
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Remember, A-1 remarkable rhymin
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Prozac washed down with Grey Goose and lime and
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Niggaz do what I say like Simon
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If I got the iron, hands in the air I ain't lyin'
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[Chorus x2]
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Yea, pull out the heat them cats will get back
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Then shut your mouth niggaz'll get clapped
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Oh, you still off runnin' your trap
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Well nigga take 'dat, nigga take 'dat
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The street lights illuminates the crooked runway
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Leadin' us from the one way
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Toward a narrow path of 40 odors and gun play
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Tryina stay away from the crosshairs when the gun spray
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The air will dry your body like salt tears in the sun's rays
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Sorta like we raisin or paper chasin with [?]
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Stayin on a case do a number like 40-1k
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Thought of pushin rock like McGrady across the half court
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Dribblin the crack while on the post with the black torch
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Dumpin off jump shots stackin' up for the black Porsche
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Law enforcement officers flash badges like passports
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Actin' like we free when we actually being trapped off
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My rap keep you runnin' like athletes on a track course
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Ridin' with the mac like we saddled up on a black horse
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It's like they tryna shackle the very root of my black thought
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Flossin on a broad day ballin out in the off ray
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Chevrolet Suburban gold ? chuckas it's all suede
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[Chorus x4]
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Yea, pull out the heat them cats will get back
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Then shut your mouth niggaz'll get clapped
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Oh, you still off runnin' your trap
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Well nigga take 'dat, nigga take 'dat
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Take 'Dat
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