[gun cocks]
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[Verse: {Whoo Kid}]
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Uh! - Circle the crib cause they follow ya (yeah!)
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Jealousy's startin to show like the ribs in Somalia.
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Cover ya tracks or the pigs will sawllow ya
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And m, ake it easier being a part of ya. {Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
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I'm a survivor! - Even with the .9! [2 gun cocks]
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The baseball bat, switchblade or screwdiver.
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The Llam' got a kick like Rowdy Rowdy Piper
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I put ya brain all over ya windshield wiper.
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Nigga go practice, the flow is ferocious
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Million dollar face and it's all over posters!
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We living great so we hit the shows and roasters
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Them niggas hate so we hit the show with toasters. [gunshot] {DAMN}
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Project bitches! - Those is holsters
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We ain't off point cause hoes approach us.
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Slip up and I'm a steamroast you roaches.
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I roll with the vultures they eager to pop ya. [gunshot]
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I give you a reason to believe in ya doctor!
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Fuck a Bentley! I got a key to the chopper
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With zoom in vision. - It's easy to spot ya! {DAMN}
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And yeah, I went Platinum off my first LP!
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But it's all off one record so I'm gon' do three.
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There's only so long I'm gon take the hate
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Before I DDT ya ass like Jake the Snake. {Whooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
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Nigga rather see a thug dead - cause I love bread!
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The Uzi'll have you flyin like Spud Webb.
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I'm something like the rap-ravishing Rick,
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I'm that slick! - That's why all these niggas on my dick! {HAHA!}
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? reach and response to them,
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But I'm like: "Nope! " You just mad because you broke.
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You won't be satisfied 'til I get you in the yoke
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And I keep squeezing - 'til you slipping in a stroke. {DAMN!}
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Then I'm Dipping in a boat - and every bar I wrote
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Sent chills through ya veins like I'm dipping in the coke. [blast]
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I ride the track harder than Pippen when you broke
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I lean on the beat like a fiend on dope.
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The boy been hot before Hammer went broke, (uh-huh!)
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Tyson was bitting and Rakim had the rope.
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I'm chilling while you act hard.
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Sipping on lemonade that the maid made from the tree in the backyard! {Whooooooooo!}
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I got my own sneaker, dick! - I don't wear those!
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The entrepre-nigga - won't put on their clothes. {HAHA!}
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The industry's filled with a bunch of weird-o's
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Actin like they don't want diamonds in their earlobe. {SHADYVILLE!}
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So what hood you grew up in?
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Cause comin' where I'm frooom. - Motherfuckas want something!
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My eyes all poky and red, cause me and Buck like Smoky and Craig
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You learn something if you open up ya head. {Whooooooo!}
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I don't party unless they pay me
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You want me to perform that's an extra 80.
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You almost on your last meal,
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So I got three words for you: - "Straight Outta Ca$hville"! [blast] [beat stops]
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Work Out Part 3
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Lloyd Banks |