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

They pull up on my block, I'm in my little brown
So they guess I want the white
They walk close towards my
motherfucker, it's a handful of South side

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

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

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

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

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

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

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They get robbed, wanna go
Money, beggin' and repeatin', they want trouble
I told that Lu to the chairs
Aiy yo cheeks, help me take this damn down the stairs
I come up for the session, money still tied the fuck up confessin'

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

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3 o'clock in the morn, shit is on motherfuckers, shit is on
Yeah, yeah, I get this nigga, Shawn
I'm in a stolen car with no motherfuckin' lights 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 right
I got to see the boy
Understand, now in court
I roll all my windows down, my shit on the corner

But I still bein' sneaky I'm freaky, Taliq, I'm freaky, Taliq
But right now I got beef wit this named Shawn
Shit is on, word is bond, money is
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 it's
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