[Tek] (Steele)
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Sittin on the toilet, shittin, puffin the dough
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Strobe light affect, everything's movin slow
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Slip into a deep zone, the sound let the phone bring me home
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Stagger to my feet, emotion toward the walk talk
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(Aiyo Ripper what up nigga, check out this proposition
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There's money to bait and I'm in the mood to go fishing)
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Whatever nigga, give me time to wash my ass
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My habit at your norm' day, fiendin for the cash
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(Do what you gotta do, cuz I'm on my way in the car
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Cuz when I get there, yo we outie like Tamar) Right right easy
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(Now I'm off to the south to get more info on this dough I heard about
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Gotta make sure everything secure
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Can't let me and my man let these grants slip past our hands
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The man's out heavy today
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I hope they don't try to get in the way of our pay)
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Damn, I'm ready, high noon, the man's out
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Gotta take a quick shower, get dressed and bounce
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Grabbed a fatigue, strapped out the generals
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Proper attire for all criminals
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Blazed up the clip, loads up the 4/5th
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If a boy riff, leave a body their stiff
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Who dem man there gon rap on my door
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Disturb me at work, on the low dub four (Yo it's me)
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Who that (ST, what up) Aight hold up son, let me put it back on safety
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(Aiyo kid it smells like fresh grown cess, lets
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Twist up some trees before we jet)
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True, you know we keep a fat pack of sensee
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Even though you know it make our pockets go empty
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(But no less about to starved into free men
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So whenever we finish we gon bag up this spinach)
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Easier said than done, peep the 4-1-1
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The dred around the corner, just try to blast Ruck and dunn
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(I knew it, bad vibes flowin like fluid
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Forget about the dough, let's do it
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I see you already strapped pa, so I'll meet you
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outside, cuz my gats back in the car
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How far must one go
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before he throw his whole entire life right out the window)
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(talking)
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[Tek] (Steele)
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And a dead boy, and I don't even know
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(Aiyo he looks like the dred, that hooked us up on the low)
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What you say fly?
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(Thinkin out loud, just caught me in the zone
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I'll tell you all about it on the way home)
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Whatever, I'mma send this nigga to his essence
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Fuckin wit the family, know he gotta learn a lesson
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And you know he ain't yardy right
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Some boy gon get dead tonight
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As we strap on the gloves, feel the buzz from cannabis
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Niggas bout to get scandalous
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(arguing and gunshots)
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[Steele]
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Gotta be gon the double, I think I seen them all tumble
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But on the left there's trouble
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Undercover had to spill staked out
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Watchin the whole thing go down, yo it's time to brake out
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The 4/5th as I shift and drive
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Cuz every mind right here might not leave alive
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[Tek]
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Son why you stallin? Hop on the ballin
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Get us outta here before we be the next fallin
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Right now, this whole shit is bug, we the thugs
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Yet the beast comin up showin niggas love
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Took our burners, gave us dap, let us bounce
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Now it's back to the dog house, to smoke the next ounce
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(talking)
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[Steele]
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Who could believe them beats left us alone
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And took the chrome that's in one of our own back home
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And not only that kid, check
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How money that we just did, was that connect
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For the cash, them pigs must of had dips for the stash
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That ain't that some shit for ya ass
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[Tek]
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Troops say, ya never liked this pretty ass anyway
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But that shit wit the pigs CO-made my day
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Gave me a whole new outlook on the beast
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Even watched out for the ones so called the beast
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But anyway, you know we high right now
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Doin it like this, the original crook style
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Hellucination
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Smif-N-Wessun |