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Ss, ss, ss, yeah Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh Ss, ss, slow down, uh-huh (J Gramm) Okay, one, remember, without God, then you ain't nothin' Gotta face your problems like a man, can't let 'em see you run When it's beef, all the opps retreat, so this beef shit ain't fun Keep my heat right under my seat, no, I can't go for nothin' Alright, two, when did these niggas get tough up out the blue? Football ain't work for 'em, I guess they tryin' somethin' new Don't ask why I go hard, I always dreamed of stars up in the roof Luhh Dyl a safety hazard, he cause fires up in the booth Okay, three, do your homework 'fore you try to step to me I'm with Glitch and we behind tint with an AR next to me That nigga ain't did what I did, how dare you put him next to me Drac' get wild, it might hit a child, so pick your destiny Okay, four, by the time I count to five, we at your door Like, what you on? If you say it's smoke, then put it on the floor Okay, six, better not leave without your blick, like keep it close Couple niggas died from doin' that, so I know how it go Make an eight, then go blow it off for nights that we ain't ate Know I skipped seven, but, shit, that's where I'm from, I got away If I fuck with you, then nine, but if not, ten is what you pay Ever since eleven, I had dreams of rockin' out the stage Fuck 12, they still got cuz locked up behind the cage Thirteen an hour what dukes made, we was livin' underpaid Letras de cancionesWe took L's, but now all is well, I charge it to the game Forth quarter, ball was in my hands, I clutched it for the game (Ah) Ooh, clutched up for the whole game (Clutch) Clutched up, won the whole game (Clutch) Niggas ain't got no pape', ain't got no rank, they some no names (Fuckin' lames) Put lettuce on you, romaine Got chicken-chicken, Rocaine (Chicken-chicken) Before music and GTA, I only played the dope game (You know that) I was taught, be quiet, let that cake talk, frr, frr (Frr) I was taught, be quiet, let them K's talk, frr, frr (Frr) New Maybach 680 black and white, look like an eight ball (Shit) Hate a strong word, but all you bitch niggas, I hate y'all (I hate 'em) When I'm in the city, where I post is like the Navy base (Know that) Hundred Glocks, eighty Dracs, twenty of 'em fullies, gang (You know that) Knew how to make noodles, but I had to learn to cook the K (Know that) Trappin' in the snow, no winter coats, we had on hoodies, gang (You know that) Drivin' through the O with all these pills to buy some trues and weaks (Trappin') I come back with more blues than the Bills, that's why she choosin' me (She on me) I was hittin' hoes from Arbor Hills 'cause we ran through the D (We hit 'em mall) Dodged all them cases, all them shells, bitch, I'm too elite (Know that) All she did was take two shots, now she can't keep her hands off When you playin' in the shit I play with, wash your hands off I ain't lyin', touched my first ten and broke my mans off I ain't lyin', by the time I count to five, I'll bet his head off All she did was take two shots, now she can't keep her hands off When you playin' in the shit I play with, wash your hands off I ain't lyin', touched my first ten and broke my mans off I ain't lyin', by the time I count to five, I'll bet his head off From Letras Mania