Key: Eb major•
Verse 1
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You can get
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the gat for this
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And you can get
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the gat for that
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[Chorus] Niggas
Verse 2
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wonder
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why S- P- I do or die
I don't give a fuck,
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I'm just a nigga stay in' high
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So why do you roll with a
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strap on ya side
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Cause these playin hatin niggas want
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to jack me for my rizzide
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Niggas wonder why S- P- I do or die
I'm just a young nigga and I'm
tryin' to get my cash on
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So why do you roll with a
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strap on ya side
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Cause if shit'll get too funky I
might have to get my blast on
Verse 3
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It goes 1 for the treble,
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two for the funk
Time to get my motherfuckin'
twelve gauge pump
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I blast off like NASA,
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as I rolls right past ya
Bust a couple a caps and
leave ya ghost like casper
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I peels caps like bad, comes wicked like Is
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They make me hollow tipped and
then they seal it with a kizz
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For them bootsie motherfuckers
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that be ridin around
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Hidin around the corner tryin to get
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a motherfucker down
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Wearin his adams apple like
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a fuckin' snapple
Dismantle motherfuckers,
and hear they bodies crackle
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Laugh like a jackel as I tackle they ass
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With a fury of them buckshots,
crackin' they mask
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Kinda skip the drama,
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puts bodies in freez ers like Jeffrey Dahmer
You can get the gat for that
kidnap your mama
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The big mack from the itty-
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bitty city
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Niggas actin' shitty so I licks 'em with my nitty
Interlude 1
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[Chor us] Stick that
Verse 4
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nigga,
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I told my DJ Xtra Large
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As we pull some niggas car
up out his own garage
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I stack them niggas up in them hearses
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like a can a sardines
2000 dollars a body,
I'm for hire if you got the green
"Ya got the mad buy, my
millimeter to say
187, comin' wicked
leavin' black much day"
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I don't be fuckin' with them niggas
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who be shady 'n' shit
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Better stock that grip and an extra clip
and a bottle a Hindu to sip on
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Trip on this nigga that's leavin'
'em dead in the alley
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What's your murder penal
code? 781 here in Cali
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Red rum, we hit'cha and
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we give ya some
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See mosta these niggas up in my set,
we bustin' dumb- dums
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My uzi eats 'em up and spits 'em out,
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fuck a title bout
I'm pullin' my gat up out
a fist fight with out a doubt
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Cause I ain't playin,
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fightin is fuckin' around
I'd rather bust and leave your ass 6 feet up
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under ground
Interlude 2
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[Chorus] Yeah,
Verse 5
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its the G-
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Motherfuck in' Nizzo, that nappy headed nigga
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They got me lookin' up over
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my shoulder now man
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I gotta strap
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I ain't be shady,
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playa hataz hate me
Bitches snitchin, heh,
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it really ain't the same
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But um, Spice told me once,
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him and DJ Xtra Large, they told me
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That I can get the strap for this
And that I can get the strap for that
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And that's what the fuck
I'm gone do
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I'm out this bitch man
Outro 1
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