Tonart: F# minor
Intro 1
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Let's get some shit out to the forefront
Verse 1
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Better not talk behind the store front
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You motherfuckers picked
the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you niggas
made the wrong one
These niggas talking about burners
like we don't own those
Blasting this fully automatic,
that's soul drums
You motherfuckers picked the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you niggas
made the wrong one
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They say if money didn't change you, you ain't make enough
Verse 2
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They say if you ain't down to bust
then never say it's tough
Got a black bitch with a body,
name her Nina Skill
Don't do the back and forth racket,
but Serena will
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There's some couple rules
Em
I'mma share with you two
Know, niggas gon' hate
you for whatever you do
To let it off you gon' need a right
hand and the right wrist
And using the beam mean there was
a chance that you might miss
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A nigga wanna send me a message,
have it delivered to me
Ticket on the coupe,
sheriff ain't even give it to me
They want me killed, I'm ready for it
Means I've written my
will, so I'm ready for it
But I'm real so be ready for it
Cans and Desi's for sport
Camouflage and the cameras,
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some batteries, we ramming doors
We ain't amateurs at all
I flew but said my mans in the accord
That's tha plan moving forward
Til' I learn to get these hammers on board,
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dawg?
Em
Let's get some shit out to the forefront
Verse 3
Em
Better not talk behind the store
front
You motherfuckers picked the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you niggas
made the wrong one
These niggas talking about burners
like we don't own those
Blasting this fully automatic,
that's soul drums
You motherfuckers picked the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you niggas
made the wrong one
Verse 4
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Tell them bitches they can all come
Three ain't mind sharing as long
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as I get them all to cum
One was an alcoholic,
I swear she was drinking all the rum
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Two live together Uptown, but
be on Fordham some
Scooped them from the Bronx,
in a small bed and breakfast fam
What was ironic was these bitches
couldn't put egg to pan
[?] thing got naked to tan
Or maybe to skinny dip but she
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ain't wanna wear the pants
I mean I pulled up to the block,
swore I was never Neverland
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Hard wood all over the crib,
stepped in the middle and
Gave her the "I've been missing you"- dick,
she never left again
Now the bitch depressed again,
I don't need the stress again
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Em
Steal from Rage might
as well send it back
I got shooters everywhere,
where you gonna spend it at? murder
Still a reason they made the dress code
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Em
Figure I ain't wanna spread
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bloodshed on nice clothes
Em
Let's get some shit out to the forefront
Verse 5
C
Em
Better not talk behind the store front
C
Em
You motherfuckers
picked the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you niggas
made the wrong one
These niggas talking about burners
like we don't owe those
Blasting this fully automatic,
that's soul drums
You motherfuckers picked the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you niggas
Outro 1
made the wrong one
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