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Hah, yeah |
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This that don dada flow |
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(This that don dada music) |
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Oh Lord, ayy |
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No cappuccino, double cup, I sip red |
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I'm feelin' just like Al Pacino, that boy play, then he dead |
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"What's crackin', cuz?" my favorite lingo |
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Wrap my flag 'round my head |
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Walk 'round the corner, caught him, bingo |
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Timmy take off his dreads |
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Shots fired, bah, bah, man down, it's up in the sky |
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The police know it's homicides every time that we ride |
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Them boys wish they ain't started beef 'cause every night, we gon' slide |
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Steady watchin' the preacher preach |
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I got them gates in my eyes |
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GPS me to they block and pop my head up like mayday |
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From day to night, they go and search for opps |
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They know that's they payday |
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No name, buried his Glock |
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Then went and copped him an AK |
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Sixth grade, I had that drop |
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I never went to the eighth grade |
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Murder, I'm screaming out homicide |
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I run with watch and some top shottas who will come take your life |
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We live the life of Curtis Jackson, get rich or die tryin' |
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One shot, man down, smile in your face 'fore you die |
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My neighbor told me I make music, make them boys go and kill |
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Gotta take a trip to LAX to get some drank for Kill Bill |
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I caught a rush from bustin' Glocks when I was out in the field |
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Them hitters come and sweep your block |
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Better get a house in the hills |
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Them plastic cups, I'm sippin' New Orleans |
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Got a big black Glock with a big red beam |
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Whole hundred racks stuffed in my jeans |
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I **** off Percs, I kill off beans |
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Swing on they street, kill they whole team |
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I stopped they deal, I killed they dreams |
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**** they whole crew, that's what I mean |
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On grandma grave, I poured out lean |
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No cappuccino, double cup, I sip red |
| [01:26.667] |
I'm feelin' just like Al Pacino, that boy play, then he dead |
| [01:29.673] |
"What's crackin', cuz?" my favorite lingo |
| [01:31.236] |
Wrap my flag 'round my head |
| [01:32.755] |
Walk 'round the corner, caught him, bingo |
| [01:34.235] |
Timmy take off his dreads |
| [01:35.633] |
Shots fired, bah, bah, man down, it's up in the sky |
| [01:38.701] |
The police know it's homicides every time that we ride |
| [01:41.441] |
Them boys wish they ain't started beef 'cause every night, we gon' slide |
| [01:44.510] |
Steady watchin' the preacher preach |
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I got them gates in my eyes |
