[Intro]
\nJust get on down
\nJust get on down
\nJust get on down
\nJust get on down
\nJust get on down
\nJust get on down
\nJust get on down
\nJust get on down
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\n[Chorus]
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\n[Verse 1: Shawnna]
\nShit, Got a nigga gone off a fifth of Fayo and apple juice
\nThrow up a deuce, keep my hat banged to the left
\nAnd ain't scared to act a fool
\nSo what you gone do, you betta not speak unless spoken to
\nCause I bust that shiddit
\nDump that Philly, I could back dro with a lac with a 'gnac
\nGettin drunk off in it
\nThrough the Chi like North, North, South, South
\nNiggas talk shit put that work in they mouth
\nIn the East, East, West, West
\nNiggas bust back put a slug in ya chest
\nCause I'm hood, hood, gutter, gutter
\nShauna got juice like a muh'fucka
\nHood of the hustlers and blood-suckers
\nBack in the bricks wit that good
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\n[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
\nYep, in the spot, buyin yak wit my balla camp
\nAll them bitches holla'n bout is (Where them fuckin dollas at)
\nYeah, I got them hoes, I got them Os
\nI got Air phones for those hoes
\nAnd yeah, I got white phones, got black phones
\nI got crack, weed in the floor
\nSo get on the grind, get on some lime
\nGet on mine, let ya mind take course
\nGot dip in the ride, switchin the tires
\nWhippin the fire 85 Chevy Sport
\nSee if you got 16's, I will make that pliz'ay
\nAnd I'm dressed like a dope boy, throwin up them triz'eys
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\n[Verse 3: I-20]
\nEast side, whole Masterfield rainbow
\nFlight soles, kinda roll where them thangs blow
\nGood wood, not wastin that payroll
\nFive hoes trapped, boys got rapers
\nMy size got air nigga rep that
\nWe ride, rock sells and I bet that
\nCar is a gutless, pistol is a must bitch
\nLet a nigga know that his head I will bust quick
\nSome slum niggas know what I'm talkin bout
\nLil rob fillin hoes in the parkin lot
\nGimme head while I'm bustin that two track
\nIt was trill, hit the fence, never looked back
\nBig thug, hit clubs in the fifth book
\nDollar Boy, let em know how to rip folk
\nIf a bitch broke, gotta let her slide, though
\n2-0 represent East side ho
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\n[Verse 4: Fate Wilson]
\nHell, I'm up in the club, 4 whippin up
\nJust throwin up pitch forks to (what, what)
\n2Pac, I'm a rider, hoppin out, Gangsta crip disciples (Yeeah!)
\nWilin on the side of the club and dressed in blood colors
\nWaitin on a sign to (Yeeah!)
\nPull out the gats and attack on them boys
\nThat thought that (they thought it couldn't happen)
\nThey blastin and screamin, we ain't friends
\nAin't no need to pretend (Shawty!) Split them ends
\nFor my homey that got killed last weekend
\nHis brains was left leakin while his body got cold
\nNow it's y'all life that y'all owe
\nTime to even the score, case closed
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