Tonalità: Db major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Ayo,
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ayo regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail, I kick street tails, choking niggas
like I'm
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Freewell,
Golden
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State, holdin' your face,
in the palm of my hand, blow you
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Like it's part of the plan,
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I gotta call it like I see it
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Talkin' like I be it, walkin' my walk
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Thugged out, orthopedic,
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cause I'm soon to be up
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Give me room, watch me heat up
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Niggas try to stick me like
Abdul -Ulema
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Follow the leader,
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make me go extra hard
Yo
Norris, should I hold back an
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d show the repertoire?
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Quit at 16 or throw in extra balls
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just for the non -believers
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I show em why it's so hard to reach us I
get pussy with my father's features
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Puff heavenly, see me at 6 '1",
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weigh a buck seventy
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Catch me in spots y
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'all niggas never be
Packed in, like
Green
Bay,
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Harlem
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Week to
Queen's
Day
Performing acapella, no
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DJ, 98 live, no replay
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Make it seem easy, so tell a friend to
tell a friend that it's them again
Nature,
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Nor bie
Yeager, wild prevalent
Champagne on the rocks, pouring the
Fort
Knox,
Lazarus
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Shark salad with cabbage,
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pork chops and applesauce
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Twin connection,
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disrespecting what your body gave him
Pumped a shoddy gauge and hit
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the shorty while he potty training
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I ain't playing, I'm truly the worst,
so be the first
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To get his whole body
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fully reversed
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Uz i, it hurts, leave you double dead I'm a bubble head,
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I never listen to nothin'
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My mother said, ay o,
I hold niggas ransom
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Put money like
Johnny
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Hanson
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My son a nigga so long,
I think I got a grandson
My passion is money,
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a stash and a honey
That won't ask no questions,
but don't blast anybody
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That's my kinda girl,
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kinda world I wanna live in
Not a cell or a prison,
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I'm in hell's on the gettin'
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Just a little ghetto,
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where my niggas control the middle
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And all the riddles of life for others,
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no more big and little
Living in rich places, sick places
See my story, six thousand, six hundred
Sixty -six pages, wages
I wrote six aces,
and at the same dice game
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Caught six cases, all those were big faces
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Now I've tipped laces,
ready to dig faces
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But the bringing ain't
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a bit spacious
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Niggas building up they rib cages
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Cats like to rip places, bloody lip tasers
Kim is a big racist
But I stand for these big places
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But the world know your girl though
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I fuck her off a furlough, she'll be up
Put me up, all your sales could be locked
Only questions for these
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Dutchess, baby girl, could we fuck?
You the type that need a wife
Throw a
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L -O -X, toe -jaw, the key to life
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Asshole, y 'all don't play around
I lay it down, fuck around, I spray around
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Lick a biscuit, nigga, risk it
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My ass, I'll kick your kiss
Ain't no niggas in the world you
know thorough than this
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Bust off and sit the hot barrel
dead on your lips
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Like two -thirds of a brick
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Pinero and
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Kiss, the crystal white fluffy parts
That'll come back quick
See, the plan is to stash y 'alls
Cash y 'alls, the weed's so strong
They gotta put it in glass jars
Niggas try to smoke me out then,
smoke me out
Cause the rims on my new
joint be pokin' out
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I'm about to have no feelings, shit is deep
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Do they dance with the devil
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when they sleep?
I wake up drippin' the air,
wishin' to hear
Shit that they kick in your ear,
when your soul drift in the air
My gift is half rotten,
when I spit it's a tear
That shit'll drop down my eye,
I'm too tired to cry
And I ain't never seen a nigga
that's too live to die
They say you get what you ask for,
get it cause you ask for it
A nigga ain't a thief,
then he better have the cash for
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And we gon be around till your body rock
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And if the
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Feds brung us in,
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we'd get the same time gott 'ya
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And yo it's two ways,
into the hood, one playin'
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Dolvin' smoke and chronic
like straight to the brain
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Yo let's get loose,
Hennessy straight
With tomato juice, queen stallions
Bought guns from the
Italians
Now ya'll niggas recognize medallions
I play the best hood,
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OT with
Tim
Westwood
Used to be on sex with eight,
now my section is good
Dogged out niggas,
cream as much as we could
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And I don't give a fuck what
Y 'all save my shit,
and I don't give a fuck what
You can save your shit,
y 'all niggas like extra skin on my dick
Listen to
Bob
Marley, y funny niggas like
Steve
Harvey
Frontin' live with a weak army
I play the nice guy
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Drew, and he can smoke with you
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But the realness,
I ain't got no love for you
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That's why I never do a song with you
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Not even if your baby
moms fuck the crew
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And promise to give us head,
cause we swallow it too
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I still say no, no is no, no can do
The niggas drinkin'
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Hennerade, drinkin' my flow, yo!
Outro 1
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