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these brothers come? Bang! our back window was removed by a shotgun Now Hen G was shot, Don caught a ricochet These motherfuckers was ill, they didn't come

You can sound the alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You can pull all the cards But I won't back down, oh, no I won't back

is the reason why I sell this To keep you motherfuckers jealous They can't cope with a nigga like me Tha D the motherfuckin' G Now won't you come and

'all You don't want to fuck with us, you don't Huh Yo, you don't want to fuck with us You don't Yo, You don't want to fuck with us You don't

You can sound the alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You can pull all the cards But I won't back down, oh, no I won't back

] I don't take 'em out to eat I ain't here to trick or treat I ain't trying to fix your weave I ain't heard of that!! I'm just here to train ho's

looking hot Hit the volo and we just don't stop Party until the morning light Ain't nothing like them summer nights My home boys throwing a back yard

live in a crib and I'm breathin' Four years done, another one in a cell Don't need nobody to come, 'cause I'll be back from hell Fire and brimstone,

its your year Nigga I party like a goddamn fool Back yard barbeque, hoes in the pool Jacked like a muthafucka, stressed like a muthafucka, this my life nigga, so fuck you These funk niggas can't