| These niggers are so lame, since…
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| But the niggers got no aim,
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| Rap respect within my city,
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| You got no name! |
| No!
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| Fuck a rap, still getting with the cocaine!
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| Let’s getting!
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| … put it up, go change,
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| 8 mafia, everything is spit is cocaine
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| After I cut your…
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| I’m a… young bitches love me,
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| Like my name is Justin Bieber,
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| Problems? |
| I buts things, driving in a Mustang
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| Any block you see me on it, holler, let my…
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| … deep in the game…
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| I’m from the murder blocks,
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| Where? |
| Where they serve you rocks,
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| If we was in jail, you’d be washing my…
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| Before I start the clapping, start adapting.
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| Nigger, just turn blood, when they’re started rapping.
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| … now I gotta call my name,
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| He gonna pull upon your block and jump…
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| Models from the big block, models on the…
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| … a model with a big…
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| … thousands of felonies, medallions is heavily,
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| Laced up with diamonds, uh, I’m about the dough,
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| Pull my timing, now I’m about to blow.
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| We’re moving… disrespect, and you gonna eat…
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| Keep recording, B, cause it’s more to see
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| You ain’t getting more than me, if you ain’t never brought a key. |
| … chips I let tack,
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| I gave you a bat nigger, give me my bat back!
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| Let’s roll! |
| I got a hundred on my next role,
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| I got the best flow… and let’s go!
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| … I’m pretty, don’t stop in my zone,
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| King of my city, don’t throw rocks at the dome!
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| … most of my buddies is fake!
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| I’m still wondering why…
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| Fuck it! |
| we’re on the ride to the glory,
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| And this is my side of the story!
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| … that niggers ain’t got nothing for me
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| No, that niggers ain’t got nothing for me!
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| Holler, East side, West side!
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| See our nigger right there, trying to start that little East side,
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| West side shit!
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| It’s only one holler, man!
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| Uh, deep in the game… |