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

They pull up on my block, I'm in my little hooptie
So they I want the white rock
They walk towards my ride
Surprise motherfucker, it's a handful of side

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

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

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

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

I got this nigga locked down wit my to his gun
And word up he got a press
Aiy yo, Money, this address?
1, 2, 45, Boulevard Queens and I my man, they try to caravan

Understand, I'm on a
And just be nice to pack some ammunition
And get some phillies 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, and repeatin', they don't want trouble
I told that Lu to move the
Aiy yo cheeks, help me take this damn bitch the stairs
I come back up for the session, money tied the fuck up confessin'

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

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It's 3 in the morn, shit 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 he's in
I roll all my windows down, pull my on the corner

But I still bein' sneaky 'cause I'm freaky, Taliq, I'm freaky,
But right now I got wit this nigga named Shawn
is on, word is bond, money is gone
He's his bitch, in bed

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