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Lyrics submited by: KillinOfTheCaine
Last corrected by: Netino


(VERSE 1)

(uh huh)

I keep my hip on pound
Cause chickens hectic in my town
Drag my family with me cause that
If it wasn
Caught up in the temptation sitting in jail or in the ground (gea)
If for that if you snap a finger and I
It
A hood rat will put a future in a fool
Till she find out you can
A year ago I made a decision before I shut my eyelids
Better if I get shot tomorrow cause I don
When you hot as an oven they ain
When you cold as a freezer niggas treat you like they don
Some people call it LIVE DANGEROUS me I call it amnesia
Live my life principal driven never bite THE HAND THAT FEEDS YA(uh)
Never mind all the haters fuck
All I need is my niggas, money, liquor and hydro (I kno)

(CHORUS x2)

Everybody gon
Whether it
But fuckin with me you sliding down a one way
I keep it gangsta from Monday to Sunday

(VERSE 2)

Don
Blame my mom and pop for breeding this (uh huh)
The game needed this
Lloyd Banks AKA Mr. I don
Don
I stay there when I need a bitch
You want a trick you need to switch
Cause I don
This is all I gotta have to blow
So whether it
Platinum flow making it easy to kidnap a hoe (uh huh)
Pop the back
Pass the dro
Roll about a half an O
The git citizenship my pimp is international (yee)
You gotta agree
These motherfuckas will probably find
Bin Laden before they find a nigga hotter than me
We on top as far as I can see
And since the hood watching me
My regular trip to the mall is a shopping spree (damn)
I
I move around with the plastic you ain
They show me love on my city
They fuckin with me and I
Nigga G-Unit till the end (Gea)

(CHORUS x2)

[Lloyd Banks]

Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin)
So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin)
And make me result to violence (violence)
And you'll no longer be walkin (walkin)
Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin)
So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin)
And make me result to violence (violence) Nigga.. (nigga)

Yeee..

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