Tom: A minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
sippin' on that
Hulkman
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And the blueberry smoke
Perkins, so you doin' it big?
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but when I see you, it's just you and your kids
I roll sick, my rims spin like
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And my pockets run deep
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Haters trip when they see
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The pain on the chains like the I -95,
I'm just
Gm
Clyde
Without the
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Bonnie, I got the hollow point
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Heat for you niggas and
the pose for the bodies
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Shine got it, I'm puttin'
it in the camaraderie
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I'm lettin' off heat till
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them eyes get wa tery
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Some gon' ricochet, some gon' hit,
y 'all gon' get em'
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Fluids gon' disperse, I like
Professor
Club serum
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I'm deadly as fight venom,
but I'm far from a snake
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I hit you up on your birthday
while you cut your cake
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We gangstas, nigga
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You see the cars, the whips, the chains,
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the fuckin' bars we with
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We'll come through your hood a hundred
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deep and empty the whole clip
We gangstas, nigga
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We got guns for the beat
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And my niggas'll put you under the street
So you better watch what you say
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Or I empty the whole
Streets is chalk,
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but ain't no hopscotch lines on the ground
Just burner shells an
Niggas know who I am in the town,
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it ain't a circus but it might as well be
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Cause you know I'm a clown, I'm a terrain boss,
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I know it's niggas envious dawg
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And if a nigga owe me change,
you better give me your dawg
If you feelin' like you on a leap,
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make like a frog, you niggas lame
Wonder
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Woman's plane, I'm a stunner in this game
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A federal figure, blowin' doors in the
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Hummer, 50k on my fingers
NASCAR winner, poppin'
Moe and
Bell
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D -Squad don't give a fuck
about nobody else
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Q -Contain your hoe, click for hours
The end result will probably
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be hardwood flowers
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So I'll ad vise you to tuck your
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We gangstas and we jack cowards
We gangstas nigga
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You see the cars, the whips,
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The fucking bars we with
We'll come through your
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hood a hundred feet
Em
And empty the whole clip
We gangstas nigga
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We got guns for the beat
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And my niggas will put you under the street
So you better watch what you say
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While I empty the whole clock in your face
D -Squad,
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GGD
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Don't get it twisted, motherfucker,
yeah, we do creak
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We ride out thugs, shit, we don't die
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We lay low like mechanics
Gm
trying to fix up rides
A lot of cats say I'm sick in the head
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When I anger a song,
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poodles gon' be up missing again
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I chop haters up like
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And creep through your village like
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I'm like piranhas on red meat,
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I'm on you niggas
You afros,
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then I guess I got to comb you niggas
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So break bread when you see me,
dawg, hit the floor
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I'm like a nigga off the
Imitators always hollering
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But got about as much courage
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as the lion in the wind
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Shit, I'm into pullin' cigs on you fake
J -Cap
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Me and my burner hold it down,
We gangstas, nigga
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You see the cars, the whips, the chains,
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the fuckin' broads we with
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We'll come through your hood a hundred feet,
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man, empty the whole clip
We gangstas, nigga
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We got guns for the beat
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And my niggas'll put you under the street
So you better watch what you say
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While I empty the whole clock in your
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face
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You
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