*(Yukmouth)*
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Yes!
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(Uh!)
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Yes!
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Welcome!
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(Thug niggas throw yo turf in the air!)
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Smoke-A-Lot up in this bitch!
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(Throw yo hood in the air!)
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A-G-2 the Ke, DMG, yes!
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Let's kick this anthem shit.
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Chorus *(Yukmouth)*
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All of my niggas Ridaz
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small time grindas, pimps and big timers
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whether it's heron or hemp wit China
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I'm not a bitch on the strip sellin vagina.
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(Come on, come on)
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Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*
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Nigga I'm always into somethin
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if I can't beat yo ass then I'm dumpin
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give a nigga the pumpkin head deluxe
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then come back an shoot up they whole fuckin function
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we funkin
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rootin-tootin, smokin on blunts wit skunk until a nigga malfunction
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get in the coupe and punch it
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niggas be funkin for nothin
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fuckin the game, another nigga done lost his name for side bustin
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fire somethin
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puffin
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I put it up in the air
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you niggas live to die hustlin, I'm fuckin wit playas from every where
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from Las Vegas to Delaware on down to there
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I'm a thousandaire
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mackin bitches, draggin ¡®em down the strip juss by they hair
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like "Oh dear!"
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Where the fuck is money? Don't go there
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I leave yo ass stuck, hungry starvin in the middle of no fuckin where
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I swear
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cut off your privlage like welfare
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Section 8, Smoke-A-Lot'll stay placed in Berlin
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by the end of 9-8, hell yeah
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then I'll be straight
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fuck off a hundred G's and still got money up in the safe
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Ridaz nigga!
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*(Chorus)* 2x
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Verse 2 *(G-Mone of A-G-2-A-Ke)*
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Go inside the twitchin, missin, my mission I vision the hit
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suckas keep watchin yo mental mix is gettin twisted
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Who is this? In the kitchen wit fixings for the come up
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servin rocks on the block til it get hot snitch we ridin on ya
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bitch we Ridaz
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remind ya that niggas high
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if I introduce you to the ditch, you don't wanna die
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is the hit
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smoke, drank already lit
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caulkin my shit
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Who you think you fuckin wit?
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I said recognize the mutha fuckin Mobb hoe
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I don't know nothin, juss heard poppin by the door
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Who flipped you in the river did you see G Mone in the "O"
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by the ???
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flippin this A-G-2-A mutha fuckin Ke
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you best believe we rob yo spot
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Why not? We Rap-A fuckin Lot
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owe us some paper
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there's no reason for us to not glock
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posted wit yo mouth open hopin that I don't squeeze
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wit a swift chopped up to his knees
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say where the cheese?
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We Ridaz!
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*(Chorus)* 2x
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Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*
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I'm juss a Y.G.
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who snuck in the gamblin shacks
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scramblin crack wit niggas who did more years than Geronimo Pratt
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killas wit hands on they gats, mutha fuckin murder fo' hire
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Mobb attire, pupils dialated, nigga hog tied in barb wire
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torture, squeeze a niggas nuts wit plyers
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put his place on fire
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then escape juss like McGuyver wit the get-away driver
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live and direct from the projects that be gated
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on some made shit
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Outlaw affiliated!
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He chose to spray wit gages
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baraccaded the scene, yellow tape and white chalk
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niggas who like doe, I get paid off
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fuck a write-off
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it's tax free money
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deliver 'em a China up inside a Taxi honey
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task be lookin at me funny
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know I'm a trigga happy, gats be hungry
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barkin on niggas like DMX
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beat bitches like PMS
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and flee ridin a BMX, flippin GA checks at yo set
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grab the promoter by his mutha fuckin neck
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don't be fooled by the Rolex!
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*(Chorus)* 2x
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Verse 4 *(DMG)*
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Who in the mutha fuckin hell
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nothin but Regime Ridaz
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southside affiliated wit big timers
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ballers
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killers, who live in mansions off the water
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lunitiks, shippin in bricks after brick
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200 percent, pure snow white Coca-Cola
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straight Yola all the way from the Bay to Minnesota
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what you know bout, this Face Mob rida
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dumpin off on yo shit 4 and 5 timer
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Yuk, I think it's time we fuck these mutha fuckas up
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show these mutha fuckas up, straight up drama uncut
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fuck they mamas
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they fuckin wit killas wit seven figgas
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psycos, drinkin the bottles of nitro
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now it was Yukmouth
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that told me that
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he got "5 On It"
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and I believed that
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and now you
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better believe it too
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nigga I will shoot
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murder up you and you we Ridaz!! (echos)
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*(gun shots fire off)*
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