[Chorus:]
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I guess I'm suppose to be scared, (yeah!)
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Cause you got toast up in here. (uh-uh!)
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Well nigga let's get one thing clear (yeah!)
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I don't leave the block - without my Glock. (Glock...)
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Is it because I'm standing with your bitch? (huuh?)
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Or got all these stones on my wrists? (bling!)
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Don't think you're leavin' here with this. (uh-uh!)
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I don't leave the block - without my Glock. (yeah!)
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[Verse 1:]
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I'm older level level, when it comes to this (uh!)
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Catch smungin' in miss, starp done do this, (uh!)
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Raps hungriest! Tops sold us! Hopped over this!
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Cheap imitations try - could finna icepop call the bitch! (whoooo!)
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Why is get tap? - You rep can control the snitch,
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Which? - These I mean on bing if I done bricks!
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I dump karrots and ring over flow the wrists, (bling!)
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Man, I even bring the thing when I go to piss. (haha!)
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Look! Money ain't a thing thought I told them this. (uh-uh!)
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Yo' ball big as Yayo ming I'm a soldier miss. (YEAH!)
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Only problem in Hip-Hop is waiting. (no!)
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No when that butter! (uh!) - I make the strip pop like bacon, hatin'. (whooo!)
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So look sloppy so I stop get the rolly fitted.
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Got a fanbase in the towns that think Kobe did it. (ooooh!)
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Them dickryders on the block and they starvin'
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Give me a year I'll be rockin' the garden. (uh-huh!)
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They'll still be in the bricks, same bitch, same sloppy apartment. (damn!)
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Bubble gum on the top of your carpet.
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Food stains in your clothes; they can't catch him, dude changin' his flows,
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More than these hoes! (whooo!) - Just he got a range and a rose!
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And these hoes didn't always love me I was pissin' them off. (uh-huh!)
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Cause you got to fuck Bank$ before you get to the boss! (uh-huh!)
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Now I've moved up in rank, ice chips in the cross
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To see me blow - is like vice grips on your balls. (yeah!)
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[Chorus:]
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I guess I'm suppose to be scared,
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Cause you got toast up in here.
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Well nigga let's get one thing clear
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I don't leave the block without my Glock.
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Is it because I'm standing with your bitch?
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Or got all these stones on my wrists?
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Don't think you're leavin' here with this.
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I don't leave the block without my Glock.
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[Verse 2:]
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I was destined to swim backwards in cash. (uh!)
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Since the day I was smacked in the ass. (yeah!)
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Give me that blue push in the booth and I'll be back in a flash.
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First week I'll be platinum and half - going hard in the Yard.
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Still hungry like I'm back in the draft. (uh-huh!)
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Same shitty attitude Cadillac in the stash. (uh-huh!)
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It's the critically acclaimed! (yeah!) Lyrically inclinded. (yeah!)
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And I'm easily influenced, keep my name out your rhymes. (YEAH!)
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Nowadays niggas tell
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Your own boss set you up (uh-huh!) - like Avon and Stringerbell. (whooo!)
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From the ghetto like Akon, so bring a L. (yeah!)
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You're worthless like a weddin' ring in a cell.
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Hell all day I'm blowin' dope.
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See the aroma on my coat? - It's stronger then 2nd hand smoke. (yeah!)
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When I toat! - I blow it in the sky for the slaughter,
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And for every mother and daughter that died in that water.
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For that lil' girl playing outside when they caughter her (yeah!)
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But was suppose to hit the guys on the corner.
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I make the heads bop in the streets like speed bumps.
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Cause every bar hit ya - hard as an Muhammad Ali punch. (whooo!)
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My bitch got an ass about as wide as an tree trunk.
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She hit once - I think about her for 3 months.
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Don't you know my nigga L pop off wigs? (uh-huh!)
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Leave 'em in the grass and say hi to their kids.
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[Chorus:]
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I guess I'm suppose to be scared, (uh-uh!)
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Cause you got toast up in here. (yeah!)
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Well nigga let's get one thing clear, (uh!)
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I don't leave the block - without my Glock! (YEAH!)
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Is it because I'm standing with your bitch? (HUUUH?)
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Or got all these stones on my wrists? (bling!)
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YOU THINK you're leavin' here with this. (eh-eh!)
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I don't leave the block - without my Glock!
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[Outro:]
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YEAH!
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Lloyd Bank$, nigga!
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GanGreen nigga...
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Ya know the team, nigga!
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G-UNITTT!
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Shaaaady...
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IT'S OVER!
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NOTHIN'... ELSE... WINS!
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Without My Glock
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Lloyd Banks |