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(feat. Bynoe) (On the phone) Yo, what? How many times you hit em? I'm on my way [Chorus:] All through the hood I'm hearin people say, that I'm a get rob tonight If they make me give my shit up, I'm a have to get hit up ok? Cause I'm down to die for mine We holdin, he holdin; lock and loaded (cause I'm down to die for mine) We rollin, he holdin; lock and loaded (cause I'm down to die for mine) Look, they say God don't like ugly, so ugly niggas is worthy Comes around, goes around; see what happen to (Birdy's) Sleepin with the enemy, creepin with the enemy, speakin with the enemy Like he wasn't a friend of me (why?) Didn't show em where the studio was So (clack, clack) Take off the jewelry cause See, it was meant for me, but he was entertainin em I hear the rumors, but I ain't entertainin em Few banana clips for guerillas, I'm entertainin em I ain't monkeyin around, arangatangin em I ain't wearin grey cause it's cute, nigga I'm bangin em Letras de cancionesI bought them burners to shoot, nigga I'm bangin em [Chorus] Do I look the least bit worried? Niggas don't scare me, who gives a fuck about your "barbershop talk" My phone ring and my youngins'll pop off, We'llfuck around and get your barbershop, Boss See I'm respected like papa Loved like millz Hated like light, with "doc middleto" skills You gotta honor em cause the fact that he real The fours in my hand, a nigga gone get kill Tie up boys come around we gon handle em It's no negotiatin; I ain't Bryan Hamilton You gotta shoot me, a robbery gone wrong If you think I give a fuck, then you ain't listenin to the song [Chorus] From Letras Mania