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Uh, I'm doin' my thang, |
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G-Unit's my gang |
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Ma, I gotta get mine, all the day all the time |
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N****, you know how we roll, twenty three's twenty four's |
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I'm holdin' my ground in case somethin' goes down |
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Uh, yeah don't fall for a big butt and a smile |
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They set ya up you f*** around have to buck in the crowd |
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Around my way, ain't sunshine ev'ryday |
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N****s'll cross ya, you should hear the slang they say |
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In a land of attitudes **'s and accidents |
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Where n****s split blunts eight ways and pack the b**** |
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Mama spit me out with a spindle and |
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I been mackin' since |
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And I'm stubborn, so |
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I don't lean back and flinch |
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You're perpetratin', embarrasin' the crooks |
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Plus your frontin' they only seen |
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Paris in the books |
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Whenever you leave the bricks watch the n****s you roll with |
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Before you know it n****s be shootin' up yo' s*** |
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The clubs a fashion show, so n****s go get |
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And rev up all the broke n****s rockin' they old s*** |
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Before the night is done they be another murder |
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So put your money to the side for another burner |
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Stranger, don't bring 'em 'round if |
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I don't know 'em like that |
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I feel like it's targets all over my back |
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Because of these broads that's layin' over my lap |
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A n**** that young ain't 'sposed to live like that |
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I just saw the dealer and |
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I'm goin' right back |
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Stashin' my g*** 'cause |
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I know they might rat |
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I'm doin my thang, |
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G-Unit's my gang |
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Uh, I'm frontin' in my |
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G62's the yellow and royal blues |
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I'm better than all you dudes hot metal for all you fools |
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The one that n****s admire many study all my moves |
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And I'm focused 'cause |
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I'm a end up bloody if |
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I snoozeYou a sucker for love or maybe |
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I'm a bit different |
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If you ask me, is your baby mama's a pigeon? |
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I just bought the mansion and ma dukes pop the ribbon |
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And I'm out poppin' |
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Cris b**** |
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I'll show you how |
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I'm livin' |
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I keep havin' them dreams 'bout n****s gettin' the drop on me |
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Lettin' them things fly up and down the block for me |
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True fear n****s don't feel ya they triflin' |
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But I adapt 'cause |
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I used to think just like 'em |
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As soon as |
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I hit the top |
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I noticed the sudden change |
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It's probably the |
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Maserati Ferrari, yeah the |
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RangeThis is |
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South side street talk the hood slang |
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And my product, a open your nose like good |
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CaineStranger, don't bring 'em 'round if |
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I don't know 'em like that |
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I feel like it's targets all over my back |
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Because of these broads that's layin' over my lap |
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A n**** that young ain't 'sposed to live like that |
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I just saw the dealer and |
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I'm goin' right back |
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Stashin' my g*** 'cause |
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I know they might rat |
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I'm doin' my thang, |
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G-Unit's my gang |
