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[Where at?] repeated

You're too light to fight, plus you're too to win,
and who ya gonna call when I break your chin?
Mista Rippa, than your sista.
Turn the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.
a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.
Better have your joint cocked, my hand's off my hip.
This nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,
three of your wounded, three of your men dead.
Time to hop to (hillyyyy), back to my (spillyyyyyyy),
Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).
Can't the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,
I get away so I can do more crime.
See my down the block, risin' up out their spot,
puffin' meth in the hood the spot is hot.
My Timbs ease tension by stompin' when I'm vexed,
throw up dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.

One: 4x
[I am I am] / And I do what I do
[Puff mad lye] / wreck with my crew

[Sent to the real heads,
the on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.
I walk the fence of and tension,
hit the Benz then hit the spliff my friends
and catch mad wreck with my man Tek] I am I am
[That's why my fans respect when I slam sets.
I don't front for you, crew, even a stunt,
roll up the blunts, real niggas do what they want.
Big up to all criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,
and all Boot Generaaaals.
I be gettin' charged with my on the project step
and you'll regret my mob flex.
Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.
your trap then add it to my fat stacks,
chill, I'll be back, now I'm out to smoke the next sack.]

Two: 2x
Puff mad lye / wreck with my crew]
Puff mad lye / wreck with my crew]
Puff mad lye / [Catch wreck with my
I am I am / [And I do what I do]

Tek: It's goin' down. The deal has been set and it's ready]
Strap up the arms 'cause time to be jetty.
[Ya niggas violated you crossed that thin line.]
in Bucktown and now you're all mine.
[Here batty One move and you're dead.
my glocks cocked and they're pointed at your head]
Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED WITH BRICKS AND
RIVER SINKIN'.
Got my hoodie on and my boots, troop.
[Kick your whole bottom row of fronts out,
Ya best protect your before you tow out it, G.
[I'm halfway sane, what the Lord tells me]
But I chose to disregard fuzz [smoke
And lamp in the with the rest of the THUGS, 'cause
[I am, I am, and I do what I do]
Puff mad lye, wreck with my crew.

Chorus 4x
Chorus 2x

Smif-N-Wessun and we out that...
(okay, we to rock...)