100 grand for the takin, we got it here all for us
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If they were to listen to me it would¡¯ve been more for us
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Nigga all I¡¯m worried about if they was recordin us
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No more sellin bricks for Caesar, he was extortin us
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Man fuck Caesar, fuck his dope and his reefer
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My plan got us 100 grand so I¡¯m the leader
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Yea nigga, you shittin me? You just talkin shit to me
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All I need is a couple hammers and 20 clips with me
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Oh is that right D? The rest of us feel like me
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We don¡¯t need a leader, if anybody it might be
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Hmm, let me guess, you talkin about yourself D
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You¡¯s an OG, just worry about yo health G
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Man just do what you was told to do, my son is not as cold as you
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Caesar almost folded you, I got some scars old as you
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Fuck this nigga ¡®pposed to do? I move like a soldier do
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Man that nigga¡¯s colder than you, told you that they over you
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Told em you was thinkin that you move just like a cobra do
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I used to sell coke for you, I should¡¯ve never spoke to you
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I know how I was coming up, spare me with the funny stuff
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Fuck all this chit chat nigga, just count the money up
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I came damn near close to death, probably even broke my leg
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This is my plan and for that I¡¯m getting most the bread
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This nigga probably broke the set, I don¡¯t think I heard him right
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You better get this chump a bag, you gon get hurt tonight
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Yall both gon turns tonight if yall don¡¯t get the persons right
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Brutally stabbed up, I¡¯ll be the one to insert the knife
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Yall niggas ain¡¯t worth my life, at home got the perfect wife
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But if want the merchandise you ridin in a hearse tonight
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You better spit that verse to Christ cuz that¡¯s who you meant it to
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My finger on the trigger, already 10 steps ahead of you
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My nigga what you better do is shoot them in the head with two
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Leave em on the counter top and me and you can count the gwap
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Okay but I don¡¯t like the sound of shots so I¡¯d rather stab em up
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Wrap em up, the money¡¯s divin, I better add it up
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Well right now I¡¯m backin up cuz yall niggas is actin up
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My money I be stackin up so you ain¡¯t gotta clap me up
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I told you he was pussy though, I¡¯m the reason we took the dough
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I know I¡¯m just a youngin but I am far from a rookie though
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I don¡¯t know about that dog, yea I wouldn¡¯t go that far
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You¡¯re still just a youngin, yall type of niggas just act hard
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Hold up, what you talkin bout? They bout to bring them coffins out
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Have police talk em out, no surprise that we fallin out
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Alright this is mano a mano, hand on my Desert Eag
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Fuck it, I¡¯mma die for this dough and let my beretta squeeze
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