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Yo if you wanna go to war, its alright
Well if you ain`t hardcore, its alright
You wanna get it on nigga, its alright
Its alright (its alright), It`s alright (its alright) (x2)
(JT Money)
I got a problem with fuck niggas
Always talkin` shit and try to duck niggas
Sucker niggas won`t finish what they started
Be coppin` dueces cause them niggas soft-hearted
They straight bitches
Always puttin` on shows for these niggas and hoes
Be wantin` to run your mouth but won`t throw no blows
Ain`t got no scrap, better kill that rap
Think life is a game, until that ass get tapped
And when it do, what you do, you run like a bitch
Or do you straight turn state on a nigga and snitch
When you ain`t got your boys, you ain`t got no balls
And you ain`t gangsta with all them 911 calls
Real niggas don`t call police
Real niggas handle theirs when they got beef
Flawed niggas talk shit and know they can`t back it
Know they ain`t real but always trying to act it
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I`m the original jacker, flawed boy attacker
Taking your life ain`t nothing but a factor
Matter of fact, I`m a killer straight out the slums
No time to dump, I got these pumps for you chumps
And I ain`t talking bout` the reeboks
Getting three glocks and jumping out of treetops
Making suckers flee spots, and leave knots
Got guns, get funds, yeah I`m packing styles
Suckers acting foul, get smoked like Black and Milds
Nigga know a plan, laying down this thing
Beyond all that rap shit, I only spit game
You scared, say you scared, but just peep what I said
I`m so wicked off the head, probably shoot out of dread
Thats right, all you suckers better recognize
Before I start recognizing, ain`t gonna have you niggas sweatin` mine
I`m in this thang for real, ain`t nothing fake here
Putting down in the zone with my nigga Shakespeare
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(Big Gipp)
I wear my hat low, when I walk through a circle of folks I don`t know
It ain`t to much chalk in these streets that can hold me back
I make stacks and stacks, for the weeks and weeks I got slapped
Freaks, I got the grill with the white gold
Keep a pistol in my hand with the tight hold
From the city where they drop blows
Known to pin-hold down off them figure fours
Shit shady, we all about to bust on sight, lighting up the night
Putting hoes off in 74`s and watching em` all blow
It ain`t shit funny, its the money man and Gipp
Holding sawed-off pumps in your face chump
Don`t disrespect the city, streets, that I`m standing on
Niggas from Miami and Atlanta holdin` heat
It ain`t nothing happy
You see, it ain`t all about that rapping
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(JT Money)
Straight up and down, I`m a let you fuck nigga know
You niggas don`t want war, talking all that shit
Cause you apted up on that motherfucking tough guy juice
Get round` the motherfucking boys, listen to this goddamn rap music
And niggas think its a motherfucking game
Alright, play with it
Jt Money, Big Gipp, let you niggas know
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