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(Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you)
These suckers playing like they killers
But they really hoes
Banging nigga like me get choppered up
And come to your front door
Mask on my face this ain't no
Halloween no Trick or Treat
Shooting bullets longer than your finger
Knock you off your feet
Anybody get in my business
Gon' end up in smoke (blunts)
You be a body fucker when
This move like a ghost
Cuz fuck niggas run they cocksucker
Till it get real by the words of your mouth
Feel automatic steel
I paid my young niggas a bag
To blow up your ass
You is a Django bitch I'm massa'
I own your ass
I this shit ain't hard this ain't calculus
Either you gon' have my money or
This triggers 'bout to bust
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Guns cocked ready to rock and roll
Ready to cock and blow
Arm and Hammer disco, lock the door
Ready to cop some more
Lock and load, ready to transport
Money, that's the goal
Keep them throw-a-ways
Just to catch me after I blast a hoe
Pass the dough, then I pass the blow
Keep the cash afloat, the fast life
Foot on the accelerator
So I'm machine go, eenie miney moe
Not get any hoes, stripper pole
Like in ATL, I got it
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Cheddar cheese
Lotta these boys out here playing gamess
Lawyer fees, copin' plea's
But you wanna be the man, just the same game
Still get sold, nigga's fillipin' O's
Niggas watching money the store
Like they pimpin' hoes, rippin' O's
Like a pot roast, I ain't trnya' boast
Burn a nigga like some french toast
Then I'm gettin' ghost, corner store
My command post, Tennessee
Blown purp' out the elbows
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Pay me i'm sick of all these crosses
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Pay me i'm sick of taking losses
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Pay me i'm sick of all these crosses