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a cool summer night
My 4 4's on my waist, gotta a stick of dynamite
Got some beef with niggaz across town
Keep my man to the ground, I shut it down

They up on my block, I'm in my little brown hooptie
So guess I want the white rock
walk close towards my ride
Surprise motherfucker, a handful of South side

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I put two to his head, I on the southern state
Then I'm rushin' out to
One and one to go, I heard the next nigga's on
And he's gotten a ball of

I kick in the nigga's
I sat the nigga in the door with my nickel fo', fo'
And word up that shit is
The way this nigga hit the floor the freaky got raw

bitch tried to burst but I shot her in the back
Aiy yo, Money, where your at?
He took me back this room
Beside the full of G's, he had mad bags of booze

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A lot to do
I up the underground
let me speak to that Lu
He said, "Taliq, up my man?"

I got nigga locked down wit my joint to his gun
And up he got a mail press
Aiy yo, Money, what's this
1, 2, 45, Queens and I tell my man, they try to caravan

Understand, I'm on a
And be nice to pack some extra ammunition
And get phillies from the store
And the van on the corner and you're comin' through the side door

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They get robbed, they go
Money, beggin' and repeatin', they don't trouble
I told that Lu to move the
Aiy yo cheeks, me take this damn bitch down the stairs
I come up for the session, money still tied the fuck up confessin'

I blow some smoke his eyes
"Here nigga, take two more puff you die"
Yo, I stood up, about faced him and yo lost waste him
Aiy yo boys waste him and yo south side waste him

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It's 3 o'clock in the morn, is on motherfuckers, shit is on
Yeah, yeah, I gotta get this nigga,
I'm drivin' in a stolen car with no motherfuckin' on
I heard, Shawn got crazy
But before I do this thing, I go and pick up my friends

A 40 ounce and let the fields
I got to see the boy
Understand, now in court
I all my windows down, pull my shit on the corner

But I still sneaky 'cause I'm freaky, Taliq, I'm freaky, Taliq
But right now I got beef wit this nigga named
Shit is on, word is bond, is gone
with his bitch, in bed

I pull out my 44, and I don't wanna do his
'Cause this shit is too
Even though he can go in one squeeze, G, it's it's crazy
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