(Hook)
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¡®Cause them boys keep challenging me
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So I¡¯m gon make sure I can drop em (drop em)
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Load em up and cock em (cock em)
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Arms out the window and aim! (I will pull it back)
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Aim! (I will let it go)
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Aim! (I will lay it down)
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¡®Cause them boys keep challenging me
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(But there¡¯s no competition)
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So I¡¯m gon make sure I can drop em (drop em)
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Load em up and cock em (cock em)
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Arms out the window and aim!
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Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim!
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¡®Cause them boys keep challenging me
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(But there¡¯s no competition)
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(Verse)
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¡®Cause I am Mike Jordan, Mike Tyson, Mike Phelps
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Michelangelo with the flow bro and the mic helps
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Ha! The mic stealth, that¡¯s for the mic¡¯s health
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You¡¯ll take me out ? now that¡¯s the funniest shit, Mike Epps
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They say the street need a hit
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It ain¡¯t gon write itself
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So I¡¯mma set this bitch on fire
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It ain¡¯t gon light itself
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And I¡¯mma beat the beat up
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It ain¡¯t gon fight itself
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Fuckin let it write itself until it good night itself
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That¡¯s for the OG to do it
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Just equip me and do
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You know what we a do fool
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I will pull it back
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I will let it go
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I will lay it down
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(Hook)
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¡®Cause them boys keep challenging me
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(But there¡¯s no competition)
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So I¡¯m gon make sure I can drop em (drop em)
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Load em up and cock em (cock em)
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Arms out the window and aim!
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Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim!
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¡®Cause them boys keep challenging me
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(But there¡¯s no competition)
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(Verse)
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¡®Cus I am Al Capone, John Gotti, Larry Hoover
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Tooky Williams, Mike and sexy on, bitch I will do ya
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Now when you talkin do a million people listen to ya?
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Or do they slip and keep it moving like they never knew ya
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You born a sucker, die a sucker, yea you get the picture
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When you go, you gon try to take some trill niggas wit ya
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Son of bitch yea, I say fuck you for a picture
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Come in to get yo head a bodybag
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This shoulda fit ya
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Nigga talkin down in your subliminal rap
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We¡¯re playin, you get slow dice
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Like slit through the craps
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Snap back to reality, there¡¯ll be another studio
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Casually, try to battle me
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I leave em rattled G
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That¡¯s for the OG to do it
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Just between me and you
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You know what we a do, fool
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I will pull it back
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I will let it go
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I will lay it down
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(Hook)
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¡®Cause them boys keep challenging me
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(But there¡¯s no competition)
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So I¡¯m gon make sure I can drop em (drop em)
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Load em up and cock em (cock em)
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Arms out the window and aim!
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Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim! Aim!
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¡®Cause them boys keep challenging me
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(But there¡¯s no competition)
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(Verse)
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Staircases and aces, razor blade cameras and scrapers
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Get through it big, I got the rhythm to bend cages
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Choppa mad, places in front
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We just stunt, you know my shakers
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All of them shoot just like the Lakers
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Paper fryers and Goliath, mission attired, he wired
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Kill that nigga with the quick fast and tie it
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Check that Houston goose and the cranberry will loosen niggas up
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Quinton thought he was straight just like moose and
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Stat and Pharell bustin them bow and arrows
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We touch so we lowin sparrow
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Chums is long and goofy like cousin Cowell
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Truth or fire, dope fiends get crucified
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Both teams is super loud
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Me and Buns, the underworld is ours nigga
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Pantries is filled with nothing but blow and scampy shrimps
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Try to stop me nigga, shoot through his eyes
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Blow tryin to cope, coppin the stove, he drove pop us
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(Hook)
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¡®Cause them boys keep challenging me
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So I¡¯m gon make sure I can drop em (drop em)
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Load em up and cock em (cock em)
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Arms out the window and aim! (I will pull it back)
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Aim! (I will let it go)
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Aim! (I will lay it down)
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¡®Cause them boys keep challenging me
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(But there¡¯s no competition)
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So I¡¯m gon make sure I can drop em (drop em)
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Load em up and cock em (cock em)
|
Arms out the window and aim! (I will pull it back)
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Aim! (I will let it go)
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Aim! (I will lay it down)
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¡®Cause them boys keep challenging me
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(But there¡¯s no competition)
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No Competition
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Bun B |