First Verse [Kilo-G]:
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Now if I step up on you with two nine millimeters,
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Nigga you best to up and feel the heat from my niener
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Or you gone be the, next unsolved murder case,
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No damned description nigga cuz only you saw my face
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But it's far too late for snitch and flatline time,
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Got caught in my hood slippin', flatline time BITCH,
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Optimals and fried pita and shit,
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Only enhances the chances of cowards gettin' they dome split,
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I roll with, killas who that reside and blunt fillas,
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And in our midst is this thug ass nigga tryin' to get bigger
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>From quarters to keys I be runnin' in and out,
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Every muthafuckin' house, in the cut, goin' for the green
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Protected by the Tec, nuts, guts, and heart in the city where it's all death
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In the hood where niggas can't trust they own crew,
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But I got doggs worldwide I thought you knew
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Second Verse [Lil' Ya]:
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I wanna take a trip to Cuba and parle' in the bay,
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Play with the bitches in Havana and come back with the yay
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Front all my niggas nothin' left but QB's,
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Sit back like a fat cat and count nothin' but G's
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The first mill that I make-uh, buy alot of acres,
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Plant all my weed, nigga what'cha need?
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Can you picture just predict how to stunt a lick,
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I done drove to Hammon and came back with some shit,
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Call it yayo, and the other shit just call it brown,
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Some fools lay it down, then act a clown,
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Call me Sousa, I toss a, bird in a matter of minutes,
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You want an ounce? Gimme your number and then hit me
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I got them raw, bricks bigger than you ever saw,
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I even got flip a dime for them rock stars,
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I'm the richest, infamous, and they can feel this,
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Commander of them soljas out the Melph, Lio, and Nolia,
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You can't stop us, fuck them choppers,
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We got grenades, drop one then our work will be done,
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Now we done handled that, let's get some herb out the Mac,
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And fuck parle'n, let's find somebody else to jack
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Third Verse [B.G.]:
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Niggas in trouble cuz the B.G. behind the trigger,
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Stompin' like a savage I split yo muthafuckin' cabbage,
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It's a habit to grab it, when I see it I gotta get it,
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Don't deny me nigga or your wig I'm gone have to split it,
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My name ring a bell, cuz I'm as real as they come,
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I'm young and I act a donkey, Uptown is where I'm from,
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I'm full of that monkey, you want some? I spit arrows like cupid,
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But mine ain't comin' out barrels or that dope, nigga I get stupid
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I get upset, I leave a nigga wet,
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I left two bodies on Macnester that them people ain't found yet,
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If you beefin' with me, say your prayers,
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I been in gangsta shit four years,
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Huntin' niggas down like reindeers,
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Oh Lord I got my muthafuckin' hands on a cannon,
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So I'ma open a nigga up like the Grand Canyon,
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Niggas amazed, I hit the block with A.K's,
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I spray, get out the block or get grazed, muthafucka
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You got the yay? I gots to have it, give it up nigga,
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You play the role like you so hard and you get plucked nigga
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I got a K, but with two Q.P.'s, I'm goin' in,
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Through the front door on Clarence go through the back with the Mack 10
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Lay it down, hand it over,
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I told ya, don't be stingy nigga or death is gettin' closer,
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Baby Gangsta comin' for a bitch,
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Uptown's the shit, B.C. two two six is the clique!
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V.L. nigga, Philip & Clara, is where you can find us,
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Eatin' that raw A.P., with two stolen pathfinders,
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Fourth Verse [Tec-9]:
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I move much Boyd to increase the leave,
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You bitches can't fuck with me,
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Cuz I repeatedly, fed my peoples, somethin' devious,
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Even the unfortunate, I'm leavin' behind no one,
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Scored five birds fronted two, kept three for myself,
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Lookin' out for my niggas on the ramp and the Melph,
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Since I was a shorty, hangin' out with the bigger niggas
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Sittin' on corners, pullin' triggers,
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Now who's next to catch this reckless nigga out of order?
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Lookin' for my next way to come up,
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Nigga don't run up, you see how fast I throw my fuckin' gun up,
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For the fun of it, cuz I'm lovin' this game,
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That brings me money and power, I'm never leavin' the game,
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Gimme a reason, my attitude changes like a season,
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