Key: D# minor•
Verse 1
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(feat. Get Low, JT)
(JT)
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We on our third song, we on our third song,
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heyyeyy
Verse 2
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on the fo'- wheel,
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pushin quarters like niggaz doin dope deals
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Fo' cut 50 like a verse and a half
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I cut the brick and now we countin the math,
we 'bout that birdplay
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you dudes gon' get it
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Have a seat you through when I'm finished,
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Hollis Queens to the Bridge
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I got homies out in the Bronx
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we out the trunk, never browsin
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And rest in peace to my boy Mac Dre,
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JT, another boss from the Bay
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And rest in peace to my boy Mac Dre,
motherfucker
Verse 3
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Believe me I'm in them
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sheets like phonebooths
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I play the game I was born to score
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But I'm a lil' too cute for
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A little too, known, to stand on the block
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And a lil' too eager to
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Mami, I'm from the
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Heads fly if I open ya chest that wide
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Gimme a bad vibe end up on
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Or you can get your back and side
splatted in back of ya ride
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And I can make it happen,
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if I don't make it rappin
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This lump of Satan I'm packin thrash
'em with a major passion
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you flashin in the latest fashion
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And have you dashin from Manhattan
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all the way to Aspen
Your shit is whack,
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heard your tape and had to take an aspirin
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Step ya game up
Interlude 1
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(instrumental break) (unknown Get Low
Verse 4
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male)
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Listen, before I get up in the mornin
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Tryin to get my niggaz out the hood,
you know how the forces get
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It's like the devil got a hold
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of my neck
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Momma used to look at me funny; she
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But it's a price for everything,
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For them birds niggaz'll cock
back the calico
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Now you introduced to the beef,
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A lot of niggaz is real,
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A lot of niggaz shake your hand and shake
hands with Jake
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(another Get Low male) Fuck what'chu heard,
Verse 5
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I
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I hit the spot like a {?} in
ballers and jeans
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On some eighty- eight shit,
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It's not my fault she looked at me - you
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Who got nerve cause Lethal
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And, why y'all Chucks always
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actin like tough guys
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it's different from one time
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strip to the sunshine
I'm wastin my breath
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I oughta be like Makaveli and
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I keep that good shit it's tastin so fresh
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And all y'all sloppy Joe
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We on the way to yo' nap,
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so put your tapes in the deck
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And spit in a hundred bars straight without breakin a sweat
Outro 1
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