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Jun 01, 2009 13:29

What them boys gonna do when we step to their face
Not a motherfucking thing, biatch
I see you act hard 'round your click
But by yourself you ain't shit
Them boys that snitch ain't shit
Them hoes over there ain't shit
That coke you got is stepped on, dawg
Your blow ain't shit
Them boys and dogs ain't shit
Keep provoking, shit
These boys will Seven-Eleven your ass
And leave you open, bitch
They'll leave you leaking, soaking wet, believe me
We can show you how these gats get some smokin' here
Do you really, really want your head blown
Fucking Atkins diet, dawg, we eat some bread, gon'
Yeah, I'm biased when it comes to them feds, holmes
Like Glenn Bias, Im'a play 'til my heart's gone
So take it how you want it, personally I dont give a fuck
Either or you weren't gonna win them things, buck, buck, buck
Worst thing is, when you pull that trigger and that thing is stuck
Go ahead and get your click, what they gon' do? Shit...
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