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| Lil Jon:] Yeah (Yeaaaahhhh!) Theres a lotta fuck niggas in the club tonight, (fuck em, fuck em, fuck em) But its gonna be aight, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Cuz me and my clique we dont give a fuck nigga. Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon [Hook:] Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know), I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know), I'm bout to fuck a nigga up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) [Trick Daddy:] If you want some, come get some, Cuz where I'm from we tote big guns, And everybody know somebody that Know somebody that know somethin bout it, And I want answers now who, what, where, When and why, See, a lotta dudes like to act a fool And all get all loud but that aint my style, And he who he gonna get and what he gonna do, Run up on me if he want to, Out there impressin his homies, But he stood up in front of his mama, I mop up the flo wit em, And I kick in the door and let the .44 get em, I got fools that'll go get em, This for him, the crew and the dudes that run wit em. [Hook] [Twista:] Gotta spit for the murderas, And the killas, And the thugstas, That be fuckin up the ballas, And the dealas, And the hustlas, Got me comin at you bogus in the V.I. While they bumpin lil jon I'm a brush ya, Its the psycho nigga twista from Chicago rollin with the Miami nigga that'll crush ya, We already been lookin for drama If a nigga try to get it to, but what if, still gotta get em, Feelin fury from my tough shit that cant never be true And no penicillin I'm telling you Trick I'm fitna steal em Got me swingin crysie and hennessy bottles, In the club with my thug homies goin for the skrilla, Don't get it twisted with that Overnight celebrity you better be scared Of me in my city I'm a killa. [Hook] [Trick Daddy:] I ain't that rappin type arright, And I that actin type arright, This sulphane in my script, I'm a play on you and you just a square, See, once that hennessy into Me the whole industry is my enemy, If you aint no ten to me or friend to me, Bitch don't pretend to be, I'm strictly for the thugs, I'm part of the streets and straight out the hood, That moments ghetto (ghetto), Got me deep in gats for you wheezly cats, I'm straight out the county of Dade, Played on fire nigga M-I-A, Never gone south of the border, Americas most wanted you gonna get slaughtered. [Hook 2x] [Trick Daddy:] The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire |
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