Tonart: C major•
Verse 1
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Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Verse 2
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Caught a nigga slippin' outside
of the parking lot
Young nigga partner change
rang in his pockets
No mask so you know who got it
But you scared to get it back 'cause
you know they 'bout it
Verse 3
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Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Verse 4
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'Cause you move to Hollywood
you ain't good out there
Send the pie rules get your
shit took out there
Bring a nigga shit straight
back to Atlanta
I know Clay County niggas
got kush out there
Verse 5
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Heard he in the A- town callin'
J prince junior
You ain't from the streets
you just rap a lot nigga
Booked for a show in the middle
of the hood
You ain't good out there this
is Chi Town nigga
Asshole by nature, fuck it I'm Trey
Run that train nigga like it's a relay
You really pussy that's
what the streets say
Fuck who you know nigga, you gotta pay
Out in PA, fuckin' with cook
Heard your favorite rapper
got his AP took
I'm seein' green dots,
puttin' money on books
If he broke he hatin' young
nigga get money
Fuckin' with the white girl,
Playboy bunny
Got them niggas lookin' funny have them
runnn' in your shit
Caught 'em slippin' pumpin' gas,
nigga you a sweet leak
Got robbed by the bloods now you
runnin' with the crips – Nah
You niggas ain't boo
Imma call troop, he gon' call big you
Now the guns all on you nigga deja vu
You a question mark
gangster – DJ Clue
For that Cuban link chain
and that big Rolex
You in the wrong scenario
– Tribe Called Quest
On the jet boy mission all our
clips got extensions
Tryin' to hold onto your chain,
you gon' end up missin'
Verse 6
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Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Verse 7
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Caught a nigga slippin' outside
of the parking lot
Young nigga partner change
rang in his pockets
No mask so you know who got it
But you scared to get it back
'cause you know they 'bout it
Verse 8
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Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Verse 9
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'Cause you move to Hollywood
you ain't good out there
Send the pie rules get your
shit took out there
Bring a nigga shit straight
back to Atlanta
I know Clay County niggas
got kush out there
Verse 10
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I got shooters in the D,
I ain't talkin' bout the Pistons
Grand theft auto,
send them homies on a mission
Pay yo' ass a visit braggin'
bout your low ticket
Shoulda kept your mouth closed,
now we know your business
Lyin' on your crib like an infant,
kill you in an instant
I want the shit for the chicken, I just hit a sweet lick,
Charlie Sheen we winnin'
Ten toes down with the
yoppa, I'm a beast
No V- 103 like Greg I'm street
Don't give up the money,
then it's RIP
Sendin' head shots like the DMV
Half asleep split your wig like the red sea
Got stripes in the street like a referee
Have a nigga runnin' like a refugee
Show you how to rob, got the recipe
Do your homework,
find out where he be at
Where he hide the money put the D at
Run up in yo' shit we gon' seize that
Then break it down on the g pad
Better be, boo you don't need that
Waka Flocka Flame catch
me hangin' where the G's at
Rob a dope boy,
I ain't worryin' 'bout prison
Can't call the police 'bout them
bricks in the kitchen
Verse 11
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Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Verse 12
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Caught a nigga slippin' outside
of the parking lot
Young nigga partner change
rang in his pockets
No mask so you know who got it
But you scared to get it back 'cause
you know they 'bout it
Verse 13
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Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Don't let me catch you slippin'!
Verse 14
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'Cause you move to Hollywood
you ain't good out there
Send the pie rules get your
shit took out there
Bring a nigga shit straight
back to Atlanta
Outro 1
I know Clay County niggas got kush out there
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