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

They pull up on my block, I'm in my brown hooptie
So they guess I want the rock
They close towards my ride
Surprise motherfucker, it's a handful of South

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

I in the nigga's door
I sat the nigga in the with my nickel plated fo', fo'
And word up shit is soft
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 to that nigga Lu
He said, "Taliq, up my man?"

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

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

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

I some smoke 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 waste him and yo side waste him

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It's 3 o'clock in the morn, shit is on motherfuckers, 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 I do this thing, I go and pick up my best friends

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

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

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