Kunci: A minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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killas these niggas don't want none
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When I be coming down and gripping,
Finger, on the trigger,
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every- body ducking
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And running, from the scene cause
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Z- Ro done start busting
Em
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No Longer, serving fiends,
Dm
I'm serving the drug dealers
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Affiliated with killers and
multiple blood spillers
A nigga from out the for,
you know I, don't sleep
If a nigga don't work then a nigga,
don't eat
So a nigga is gone hustle,
a nigga is gone grind
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Watch a young nigga shine,
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bitch this world is mine
I wanted to ball in the mix,
I turned my crumbs into brick
Out of town, dump u- haulers turning
east bigga niggas in and out
With one callers, we shot callers,
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and ballas and twenty inch blade crawlers
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Big body, tinted up, mazzaratti, impala
We prowlers on the scene,
we go our mug on mean
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It use to be sipping fours but now
it's jugs of that codeine
Quarter pines be puffing but it
ain't nothing but grass
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Now how you love this bezeltine and
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all this wood on my dash
All this starch on my ass,
and all this money in my stash
And how you love the way your
hoes get all this dick in they ass
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We Screwed Up entertainers,
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hoe ass nigga restrainers
Assembly line in the kitchen
pickens in proper containers
We real niggas, not ill niggas,
polos rap more than Hilfigers
We in this rap game to get mill niggas,
running up on us you get killed niggas
Verse 2
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Money making we gone ball baby,
Dm
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we coming down
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We some six figga niggas screwed
up click on the rise
Verse 3
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Screwed up click'd never fall baby,
we coming down
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We some six figga niggas screwed
up click on the rise
Verse 4
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Money making we gone ball baby,
we coming down
We some six figga niggas screwed
up click on the rise
Screwed up click'd never fall baby,
we coming down
We some six figga niggas screwed
up click on the rise
Verse 5
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Staying crunk, blazing blunts,
jamming Z- Ro funk
Keep mind on money working my hundred
got these boys popping trunks
Screwed Up baller in the mix,
trying to turn these crumbs into some bricks
Sideways on switches we gone sip,
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drinking on drink and smoking dip
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Living my life in slow motion,
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riding high sipping potion
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Bring wet on fly like the ocean,
got a Screwed Up playa just coasting
With mind at ease blowing trees,
stacking g's, swanging threes
We coming down watch us clown
in these H- Town streets
Popped up and shining and blind you,
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fifth wheels reclining they minding
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It's about that time screwed up take over,
wrecking boys skills in rhyming
Six figga niggas and drug dealers
pimping pens for our scrilla
Sipping drink and smoking killer,
the coast, fly figgas
Verse 6
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Pad blessed and chopped records screwed up,
Houston Texas
We coming down,
looking good gripping wood like some veterans
Money making screwed up baller blade crawling,
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Made living missing christmas stacking
Dm
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ends never falling
Verse 7
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Money making we gone ball baby,
we coming down
We some six figga niggas screwed
up click on the rise
Screwed up click'd never fall baby,
we coming down
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Am
We some six figga niggas
screwed up click on the rise
Verse 8
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Money making we gone ball baby,
we coming down
We some six figga niggas screwed
up click on the rise
Screwed up click'd never fall baby,
we coming down
We some six figga niggas
screwed up click on the rise
Verse 9
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Shit, screwed up click on the rise baby
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Big Jett hollering at all my
partnas, youknowI'msaying
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Dm
Wave that shit for your hood
Verse 10
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We gone ball till we fall
Knocking down Fassacci at the mall
Everytime I sip my cup gone stand tall
Got a wide ass phone
when I make my call
White folks be tripping on salary cap
That's why your prime
co phone tapped
Studied the dope game for the rap
Now cause of my skin I travel the map
From stage to stage to stage to stage
Making a loot with a loose leaf page
I got on my knees and I say
my praise
And repent everytime I misbehave
You want to get me for my riches
Better mind your bidness, I
minded for you
Fuck around and touch your brain I ball
With a mug Z- Ro gone shine for you
I call the shot, cause I cop the clock
Everytime it get hot I drop the top, or
Bunny hop up out the cream of the crop
Smash on the gas and never stop for cops
Ball till I fall, that's what I'm gone do
Screen in my phone screaming
who you do
I bleed the block with a
hand full of rocks now
I got a cassette and as long as you
Talk about the fame, bout the struggle
Talk about how long it took
a nigga to bubble
Since I call the shots
I don't call them off
Hoes flock around me like
a first time huddle
Don't have to kiss, I don't have to fuck
Dm
Am
I just pull out my dick bitch
you could suck
Or ball till I fall, and if I ever fall down
I'ma rescore and bounce
right back up
Verse 11
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Money making we gone ball baby,
we coming down
We some six figga niggas screwed
up click on the rise
Screwed up click'd never fall baby,
Dm
Am
we coming down
We some six figga niggas screwed
up click on the rise
Verse 12
Am
Money making we gone ball baby,
we coming down
We some six figga niggas screwed
up click on the rise
Screwed up click'd never fall baby,
we coming down
We some six figga niggas
screwed up click on the rise
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