Since I was a youngin and I would get it upon us
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Since I was a youngin and I would get it upon us
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Lord up in the lobby till they hit me with the Simons
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wrip it for the cunnin and I'm stick up sower heartin
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and I ain't tryin to hear nothing, they gonna give a nigga something
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ride her in the time everybody had an nor face
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I ain't have an nor face so I call the court case
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mother fucker court day looking to the ball face
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you gonna see real, damn punch your cornflakes
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talk kay, ya'll lay,
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getting to the G's, I was sling and so much D
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that they kick us out to P's
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real shit nigga I'm a different kind of brick
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still sick listen it's a..bull disease, please
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hey I used to keep em high to the point they see the sky
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that's before the senders me, seat me at the DFW
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light work had my green, know I let them haters rise
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I don't wanna have to turn the prime seen us see inside
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I remember beautifully, cutting was a new to me
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had it to a cookie party, ducky from the true sea
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true-fully I ain't give a damn, damn of all the..me
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I'm going had in hand like they grand to me immunity
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true and D, musically I prove to leave abuse to be
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you can see and due to G, I'm who you never used to be
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never kid and touch with crack
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and tell your mother that I used to kill niggas way before they ever was a smack
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hot jay mills T Racks Charlie clips
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want it here is hard as this, you gonna need a larger fis
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I'm a harlem go, plus I fuck I'm broke,
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all your lies washed up you should just call em boss and soul
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all they know I'm dope with mine,
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I'll make your own and whine
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and put so much in work in,
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you think you're paying over time
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it's over climb they no sick it's the spit up
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better do your history and you'll be history nigga
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