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my dick i stack them chips. And a flashy as a * my jewels is sick. From a block away you can see the kid. Dont front motha *a you know my style. I dont go nowhere without my 40 cal. On the low
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the 40 cal on my side. Steppin' with the mind state of a mobster. You see a nigga pass by. Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale. Anythin' that you need
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the 40 cal on my side. Steppin' with the mind state of a mobster. You see a nigga pass by. Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale. Anythin' that you need
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it's gon' be. But me. I ain't wanna believe. They don't wanna see a nigga with the green. The reason for the 40 cal with the beam. The devil's on me, got me trippin'. I used to party out with Scotty
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runnin' naked like an old school. And yeah we 'bout it, 'bout it and you ain't ridin' on me. Unless ya got a whole f***** suicidal warmin' And I'm a rider homie and you can find it on me. That 40 cal'll
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out lookin for ways to behead us. You can die in a matter of seconds, so I'ma slow it down. Turn back the hands of time with the 40 Cal. Claimin your style is the realest, so I'ma define the meanin
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the street. I keep the 40 cal on my side. Steppin' with the mind state of a mobster. You see a nigga pass by. Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya. Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale. Anythin
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motion picture in Dolby Digital (ay). Tree raiser and the scale it was digital. Calculate my every step, I'm a mathematician. Make them pigeons disappear, I'm a damn magician (yeeeeeah). A. 40 cal
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) barber to Ghostface + {random fan}. Yo whattup man, how you want it cut? {* whattup Starks?}. (Just give it to me how you been doin it) {Yeah yeah yo}. {Yo I just got that brand new 40 Cal son
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all back to the street. I keep the 40 cal on my side. Steppin' with the mind state of a mobster. You see a nigga pass by. Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya. Got glocks for sale, red tops for
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pristical baptist or catholic I can't really say I'm religious an' to that I'ma witness. But I'm spiritual that's why I keep the Lord in the picture. 40 Cal in the 7-40 I laugh at niggas. That wanna' get
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of the 40 cal. Ak's bananna clips hold a 100 rounds. Test me, rude boy don't want none. Got Jamaican's and Hesian's buck, buck, buckin' they gun. Where the hood at? Nigga, that's where I come from
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prevent this. The 40, cal'll put you up under some photosynthesis At any given instant another incident. You just got a glimpse of Obie and Yay's temperament. And we holding them K's that's why homie
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any means, and you're just sardine,. I got the 40 cal. Tuck in my p. r. ps. ,. What do you expect, I'm from New Orleans,. And majority of my city is violence,. They tried to make a brand new map
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it and spend half the budget. I'm gangsta, let the. 40 cal blow in public. More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker. Every time one of my niggas get shot the more I suffer. Cause
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Under The Dirt. Boo Yow! Is The Sound Of The 40 Cal. Ak's Bananna Clips Hold A 100 Rounds. Test Me, Rude Boy Don't Want None. Got Jamacan's And Hesian's Buck, Buck, Buckin' They Gun. Where The Hood
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my blooper roll. Desert Eagle, if your nigga acting super bold. (Got 'em, got 'em, got 'em) got 'em like, "Uh-oh". Gun fingers like niggas doing the bogle, you * bozo. That . 40 cal'll make 'em
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40 days and I miss you. I'm so high that I've lost my mind. It's the summer I'm thinking of. 40 days and I'm blown away If I saw something new. I guess I wouldn't worry. If I saw something new
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inside . feels like its been raining 40 days and 40 nights . love fades away . seasons they change . im hurting inside . feels like its been raining 40 days and 40 nights . damn. . . looking at my clock
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just to get your kids back. Unsolved about that kidnap, all about that riff raff. When you wasn't with that. 40 Cal's we so loud, play the crowd, you niggaz get back In a cloud where you lay 'cause
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I can do to try and forget her 40 hours and counting. I could shut my eyes and sleep here Morning comes and goes and I'm tangled in the throes. Of the stillness of my room and a bandage on my wound