[Intro: DJ Khaled]
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Fuck all that ho shit
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Fuck all you fuck boys
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Bitch, we're real hustlers
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Get money...
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It's We The Best music, Bad Boy, Coke Boyz
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[Hook: Mavado]
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I got my gun on me, I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely
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Fucking streets on me, death row Jamaicans murder your family
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Fuck what happens tonight, fuck what happens tonight
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Fuck what happens tonight, I've got my gun on me
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[Verse 1: French Montana]
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It was murder she wrote, your name in blood
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When the love's gone, your eyes diluted full of blood
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Six cars full of goons, six blocks heard the boom
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Dreadlocks, middle of June, head shots, get tombed
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Stone, ten shots, five gone, 9/11 dial tone
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You want it all, die alone
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A war's going on nobody's safe from
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Now we're talking to the judge when your day come
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Like it was hard not to kill these niggas
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It was like a full-time job not to kill these niggas
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Eight figures, need the eight story mansion
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While I'm strapped up two-stepping with the devil dancing
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Diluted with blood in my eyes
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Like a stillborn, niggas won't make it out alive, nigga
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
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Fuck it, I'm ready to die tonight
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Put it on mom with that clip on my back, I loaded it twice
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Just a call away, my niggas is ready, no matter the price
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Playing with mine, you niggas could get it including your wife
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Isn't life a motherfucker?
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Since seventeen that pistol's been my blood brother
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Sleeping with that lethal weapon, playing Danny Glover
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AK40, own a hundred if we're talking numbers
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Riders' fucking with mobsters
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Niggas want beef? Turn them to pasta
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Load up the clip, shoot up your mama
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Bang bang, bless them father
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Passed beside him, rest aside a lake
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That's swimming with snakes inside
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Look at my eyes, I hate disguises
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Knife or gun, I compromise it
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Oh Lord, I'm a ride on my enemies
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If I die tonight, I bet them gangsters remember me
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Nigga, until then...
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
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From the depths of the sea, back to the block
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With a bitch on my dick and a bottle of Ciroc
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Tick tock, non-stop, blocker, blocker, blood clot
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Don't piss the lion cause you'll get dropped on the spot
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Lick shot, drip drop over the soil
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Pot's hot until it boils
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To this Crip shit, I'm loyal
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Dip with us, ride with us, lie with us, sleep with us
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Sit with us, fuck with us, babble bitch's better get with us
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She likes the French tip nails that I wear
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And how I'm so pimped out with dreads in my hair, yeah
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You got truth, now the truth is to dare
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Blue bandana, it's me and Montana
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At the Tropicana with Tanehsa, Alisha, Lakesha, Savannah
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Nicknames for my blammer
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[Hook]
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[Verse 4: Scarface]
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The smell of blood in the bathroom
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Body layed out stiff full of stab wounds
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I told this nigga I was coming back
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Pussy must not have heard when I told him that
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Nigga, it's eye for an eye
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A life for a life, a body for a price
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I want to smell his last breath took
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And look him in the eyes and make for sure he knows how death looks
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Because I'm him, it's in the air, I can feel it
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Shot him four times with the gun I was concealing
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Overkilling, it ain't no coming back from it
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Then walked away with a demeanour like I just done it
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Something evil this way's coming
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For big face hundreds this bitch gets punished
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[Hook]
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Fuck What Happens Tonight
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French Montana |