Got the camo boots strapped up, yeah I'm in the back, uh
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Only see me if you act up
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Motherf*ckers should've warned you
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I would go to war for my soldiers
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I go militant, I'm havin' villians, bitch
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Pull up on that nonsense, jump out with long sticks
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Bullet ricocheting through project bricks
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The crime rate at its highest peak, damn (DJ Paul motherf*cker)
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See my killers ain't in videos, no
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They at the crib cleanin' shoes and guns
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See my player partners, they don't run up after hoes, no
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They too busy puttin' these hoes on the run
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Go get my money, I needs my money
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Bitch ain't even smilin' 'cause ain't shit funny
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A nigga with a pussy, I ride on
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A bitch with a pussy, I slide on
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Hoe ass nigga try to run up on me
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They know I had that nine on me like
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Hahahaha
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What the f*ck you thought you was gonna do, huh?
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What the f*ck you thought you was gonna do, huh?
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Sit on the motherf*ckin' ground and tie your shoes together, bitch
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You can't rob the robber, nigga (You got it?)
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C'mon, c'mon
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Hit his punk ass with the gun or the lime
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I don't take chances, I don't take time, on Christ
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What a fool, what a waste of life
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Kay Slay my big brother, we been gettin' money, splittin' royalties
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Almost 20 years, still eatin' together, that's loyalty, yeah
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Got the camo boots strapped up, yeah I'm in the back, uh
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Only see me if you act up (Let me at 'em Slay)
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Motherf*ckers should've warned you
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I would go to war for my soldiers
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I go militant, I'm havin' villians, bitch
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Pull up on that nonsense, jump out with long sticks
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Bullet ricocheting through project bricks
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The crime rate at its highest peak, damn
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Been about the crashin', put me in the front seat
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I'm hard-bodied, can't a nigga punk me (I fight good)
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I can get grimy like Brooklyn nights, or broad day
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Dress up like a bomb, ooh, I was made to spray
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I'm clutchin' on a dirty Drac', give you 97 like Slay
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When I'm up top, I mix the Sour with Gorilla Ape
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Got the camel boots strapped with a MAC-10
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Take whoever to war, make you do a back bend (Damn)
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Got the camo boots strapped up, yeah I'm in the back, uh
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Only see me if you act up
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Motherf*ckers should've warned you
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I would go to war for my soldiers
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I go militant, I'm havin' villians, bitch
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Pull up on that nonsense, jump out with long sticks
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Bullet ricocheting through project bricks
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The crime rate at its highest peak, damn
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Black, black Bugatti, Texas white the spokes
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Opps should know what the steel is, seats covered in smoke
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Realest nigga they know, shooter from down below
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Somewhere inside the ghetto with temperatures low as snow
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Keep a set of arms longer than dirt, trippin', I send 'em to work
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Leave your ass open for target practice and drop you in dirt
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Put you inside of a box
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Bet you that talkin' gon' get you put in situations like a preacher
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You're prayin' it stop
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You can tell 'em I play to win games
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Ain't no option for losing
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Bitch, I'm thuggin' like Pac is back
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Tell 'em picture me cruisin'
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Ask Slay, I'm on that drama shit
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Open hand slap me a motherf*cker
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And show him I'm 'bout that drama, bitch
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Got the camo boots strapped up, yeah I'm in the back, uh
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Only see me if you act up
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Motherf*ckers should've warned you
+
I would go to war for my soldiers
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I go militant, I'm havin' villians, bitch
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Pull up on that nonsense, jump out with long sticks
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Bullet ricocheting through project bricks
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The crime rate at its highest peak, damn
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