Tom: F minor•
Verse 1
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What it is man? Sup,
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Yung Joc, Block Entertainment
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Yeah, you wan' know somethin'?
Whatchu wanna know nigga?
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I'ma take this motherfuckin' time
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to let y'all niggaz know
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I'm tired of playin' games,
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I'm tired of playin' witchu man
Verse 2
Preach on, y'all niggaz comin' up
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short on your money
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Your re- up shit ain't right, nope, nope
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Your grams off nigga, get that shit right
Tell 'em shawty, let me talk to y'all
Verse 3
believe so why
the fuck is you playin'
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You better listen close to what
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'Cause really all it takes is a couple grand
Verse 4
Like AT&T, I reach out and I touch a man
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Or I can let it go 'cause it
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ain't nuttin' man
But naw it's the principle
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so fuck what you sayin'
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E'ry dollar I want it,
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e'ry dime I need that
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So when it's time to break
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bread gimme no feedback
Verse 5
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And I get to poppin' like
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See I can't help it, that's
just how we get down
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Let off a couple rounds,
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turn your smile to a frown
Verse 6
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Yeah, I know, you think I'm bluffin'
'Til I kick the do' and
the goons they rush in
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Lay down on the flo' where
you keep the coke in
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You say, "I don't know" then
your blood start gushin'
Verse 7
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I done told your ass once,
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Fuckin' with my paper,
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you're fuckin' wit'cha life
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Don't play wit it, don't play wit it
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Don't play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it
Verse 8
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I done told your ass once,
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told your ass twice
Fuckin' with my paper,
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you're fuckin' wit'cha life
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Don't play wit it, don't play wit it
Don't play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it
Verse 9
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Here he come once again' M
r. Murder Man
Smokin' on the purple bad,
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pistol in my other hand
Fuckin' with my rubber bands,
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get your ass murdered fast
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Chop you up and chop ya, then
Verse 10
stuff ya in a duffel bag
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Ride wit'cha in the trunk
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Get your daughter after class,
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ride by snatch her ass
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I know a pussy nigga owe
me a couple stack
Pop him like he never had,
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but the nigga holdin' back
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I ain't trippin' now I'm lettin' 'em pass,
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got that ass
So I'm in the good,
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nigga smokin' like a thermostat
Flashin' hella stacks,
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pie nigga Pontiac
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Actin' for these hoes with my
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money, what kinda shit is that?
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pay me for my fuckin' pack
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E'ry dime off e'ry zone,
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See it time for the chrome,
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Sad Sunday service for
the sucker in the parking lot
Verse 13
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I done told your ass once,
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told your as s twice
Fuckin' with my paper,
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you're fuckin' wit'cha life
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Don't play wit it, don't play wit it
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Don't play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it
Verse 14
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I done told your ass once,
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told your ass twice
Fuckin' with my paper,
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you're fuckin' wit'cha life
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Don't play wit it, don't play wit it
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Don't play wit it, nigga,
don't play wit it
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Better know the repercussions
Verse 15
fuckin' with my dividends
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Yeah, I got a hitman for the hitmen
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Leave your baby momma numb
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and I touch many fans
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If ye ain't tryin' to see it, I
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suggest you start prayin'
Verse 16
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don't try to play me like I'm soft
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Treat you like mosquitoes when
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I skeet you with that off
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nigga call me Red Cross
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Leave your wig leakin' like you
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spilled spaghetti sauce
Verse 17
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Fuckin' with my paper, ye ain't right
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I'ma send them gators,
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in the middle of the night
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Let 'em split your tater, in front your wife
No one can save ya,
put out your lights
Verse 18
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You're fuckin' with my paper,
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ye ain't right
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I'ma send them gators,
in the middle of the night
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Let 'em split your tater, in front your wife
No one can save ya, put out your lights
Verse 19
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I done told your ass once,
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told your as s twice
Fuckin' with my paper,
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you're fuckin' wit'cha life
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Don't play wit it, don't play wit it
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Don't play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it
Verse 20
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I done told your ass once,
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told your ass twice
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Fuckin' with my paper, you're
fuckin' wit'cha life
Don't play wit it, don't play wit it
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Don't play wit it, nigga,
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It's the big dawg, Diesel Yung
Verse 21
Joc in the building,
ya heard me?
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