Tonalité : G major•
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Nig gas
Verse 1
frontin' down there,
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they stuntin' down there
They don't want me to send
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them trucks around there
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Get, get, hunnid niggas
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to pop up around there
With the pump around there,
get the dumpin' down there
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Get, tell me why you creeps mad
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Is it cause I leap past you so fast?
And I didn't even speak fast
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Use a joke and a cheap blast
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Stop rappin',
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do yourself a favor and eat glass
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I play fuckin' kickball with
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you bean bags
I'm at a level so high,
you can't breeze past
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I'm 10 pounds, use a seed in a weed bag
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Come on, nigga,
where's the weed at?
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You don't want my face to
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be the face you see
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In your dream and the reason
you awake from sleep
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Coke, we used to it down here,
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we movin' it down here
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We sellin' out more than
Patrick Ewing did down here
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Papi, meet our meat,
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I always speak it fluent down here
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We get rich, cause we know what
the fuck we doin' down here
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I squeeze clips and gaps
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in your knees, hips and back
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Watch your knees when collapsed
and proceed flippin' crack
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What? Use a G -picture
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that with a digital camera
and a freeze picture snap
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You're hype enough and
the pipes a bust
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You'll see all types of stuff
despite your guts
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So lighten up, God,
for all you see is lightning
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I'm high, and a casket
made right for your size
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Last nigga tried to give me slack
and didn't run
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I caught him,
his face played pity pack with the gun
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Down here we take your top off,
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we gang bangin' niggas knots off
In California, you can get knocked off
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I put a hole in one nigga,
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this is knocked off
I kill you, then personally
drop the box off
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Throw the silencer on,
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knock your moms and pops off
With the same shit pox on,
dang it, the Glock toss
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Any evidence, I just pay the cops off
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Niggas in the hood know
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every time gang pop off
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The whole block get boxed off
What the fuck would I ever stop for?
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All them hollas is burnin' your
mouth like hot sauce
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I can tell you what the rock cost
Eleven five, that's the best price
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They tell you ten and they lyin',
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I got them fresh whites
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From overseas,
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niggas know I got coca leaves,
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used to move boats a week
Everywhere I go, keep it close to me,
I'm what you rap niggas is supposed to be
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I still be in the hood gang -bangin'
if Doc ain't notice me
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Now I fuck with Eminem,
OBD, 12, GK, Busta Rhymes, and E
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Who the fuck holdin' me?
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Always just waitin' till Hover leave
With my eyes on the throne
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that belong to me
I got it, come and take it,
but you gotta watch your back
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Down here, yeah, down here, yeah
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Ain't no mixtape slingin',
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we too busy gang -bangin'
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They took Carmelo's chain
at the All -Star game
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Round head, yeah, round head, yeah
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See red and blue bandanas
wrapped around gun handle, yeah
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Niggas wanna know the deal up here
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All my young niggas
growin' up the deal up here
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In Harlem, all my pro jects
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keep the grill up here
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Remember Marlon from the pro jects,
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he got gills up here
Eleven grade students,
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do you feel what you hear?
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I was runnin' round stupid,
black and steel, with no fear
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My attitude was, fuck them cops,
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bust the shots,
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I gotta get it, man
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Cut up rocks, set up shop,
and hit the strip again
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Fuck affair, fuck I care,
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this is the life we live
Clutchin' gear, never scared,
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I'm livin' twice your speed
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We slayer, police chase us up here
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We runnin' up the broadway,
that weight is up there, yeah
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And to this hula gang, bang, bang, bang
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We shoot him up, bang,
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who you gon' bring?
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Yeah, we did it poppin' up here
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East side to west side, we lock it up here
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Yeah, you get your way from up here
Don't cope,
the Haze got that flavor up here
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Yeah, yeah, so don't get brazy up here
Run false moves
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and you get sprayed up up here
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Yeah, round head,
we put that like shots filled
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Them snitches kiss every nigga
up on my block real
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Round here, yeah, round here,
they call me Bishop
This lil' cumbin' nigga
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that pops still, yeah
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Every rock's in my watch
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when I drive through
So I keep shots in the ox
when I drive through
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When I suggest your mom
and your pops move
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It's me on the block,
the reason they drop
The property value, yeah
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They came cut,
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I came up from the soft white, yeah
They came fuck my change up,
I'm the boss type, yeah
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Plus I floss ice and diplomats
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flippin' crap
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We like Air Force Ones, how we all white
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Yeah, I got coat pins stretched in a joint
I got birds and you heard
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still stressin' a point
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You still stressin' a point
That I can write a check
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with two commas
That come before the decimal point
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Yeah, brown hair
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We can get it bumpin' in
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Brown hair, yeah
You can catch me stuntin' in
that B -12 Black Rose
Cause he sell that coke
That's why I clock bitches
like a female track coach
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