"Get down let's see your hands, see your hands!
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Let's see your hands, everybody, hands!
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Everybody let's see some hands! Huh?
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Don't nobody move!
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Don't get out of the car, stay where you're at"
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Verse One:
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Niggaz in the street that I dislike
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You better get this right
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These days what the fuck is a fist fight
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Picture me puttin niggaz in headlocks
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When I can lick off shots, and put they ass in a box
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Cause if you steppin to me tryin to throw a right hook
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You're just lookin to get your motherfuckin life took
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Cause I can't wait to be a niggaz fate
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So while you lift weights, I'm liftin lite-ass nickel plates
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So if you wanna misbehave nigga
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I'll have to kick it to the motherfuckin grave digger
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Yeah motherfucker you heard it
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Doin all that rope-a-dope shit, nope, your dopey-ass murdered
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Niggaz'll be the Karate Kid
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But I'll be in prison doin a motherfuckin body-bid
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So you can take all that Rocky shit home
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Sylvester Stallone ain't shit against Al Capone
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Cause I ain't got no patience or energy
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for motherfuckers and punk-ass suckers that wanna injure me
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Step up and play me like I'm soft
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Bitch I don't knock motherfuckers out, I'm knockin motherfuckers off
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Leavin the scene like Machine Gun Kelly
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Two to the head about four cross the belly
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Steady givin niggaz the runs
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Fuckin clam put your fists down and go for your guns
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"Alright, on the ground, face down face down on the ground
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Get on the ground
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Hands behind your head"
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"So, so what are you gonna do?
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Beat-beat the crap out of me?" NO!
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Verse Two:
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You punk-ass niggaz better hop or chill
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Cause my glock can kill twenty motherfuckers with boxer skills
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That's how I put a niggaz head out
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The murder scene needs more than Visine to get the red out
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And I don't give a fuck if you know Judo
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Cause I'ma blow your motherfuckin ass to Pluto
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And when I blast the trey niggaz pass away
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Put in the ground til your silly clown ass decay
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So all you niggaz with the jokes
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(Is everybody ready?) Well dibbida-dat's all folks
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Cause nigga you don't want the nine to go (boom)
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Niggaz like Tyson woulda died a long time ago
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Ran outta luck when I struck on you sucker ducks
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No uppercuts you'll be another motherfucker bucked
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Gettin all rumps in stuffed up boots
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Hell no, I'm givin motherfuckers burial suits
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Your little T.K.O was A.O.K.
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My way is R.I.P., niggaz are D.O.A.
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Dead on Arrival
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So nigga you better come with your gun if you want survival
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From the Mak-11
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And those are real shots on the motherfuckin track 7
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I ain't kickin niggaz buns
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If it's a bitch I'ma wetta you better go for your guns
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"Yo wassup, what the fuck is up now man?
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What?
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Where my money at man?
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Hey yo, yo I told you I'd see you when I see you
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Aww man you act like you wanna fight
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What what? Yeah yeah alright yeah, I wanna fight" *BOOM*
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Verse Three:
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Rollin up on niggaz wearin wigs
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Cause I got a Sig for you nigs and all you motherfuckin pigs
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Kool G Rap's a bad decision
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Fuck front page I'm puttin niggaz on television
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I got heart kid if you want we can throw it out
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But you ain't got no heart motherfucker when I blow it out
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Straight out your back
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Cause you got attacked by the mack let's see you black belt dat
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Picture me doin some pushups, and get ambushed up
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And put in a box all squooshed up
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So motherfucker be a learner
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Cause I can't hit or wrestle a niggaz without pullin out my burner
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So when a motherfucker want to fight
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You fuck around with G and you'll be fightin Death tonight
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So you don't wanna get loose G
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Cause I'm givin more flat lines to niggaz than loose-leaf
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So come on Bruce Lee
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Yo I'ma show you who the motherfucker is with all the juice G
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So if you wanna intimidate
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A nigga like me, great, will make your fuckin head disinigrate
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I'm sendin niggaz to Bedrock
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Look out for the red dot
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Or get your motherfuckin head shot
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Niggaz are dialin 911
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Huh, you little bitch niggaz go for your guns
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Go For Your Guns
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Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo |