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Hook
Yo if you wanna go to war, its alright
well if you ain&#39;t hardcore, its alright
you wanna get it on nigga, its alright
its alright (its alright), it&#39;s alright (its alright) (x2)
(jt money)
i got a problem with fuck niggas
always talkin&#39; shit and try to duck niggas
sucker niggas won&#39;t finish what they started
be coppin&#39; dueces cause them niggas soft-hearted
they straight bitches
always puttin&#39; on shows for these niggas and hoes
be wantin&#39; to run your mouth but won&#39;t throw no blows
ain&#39;t got no scrap, better kill that rap
think life is a game, until that ass get tapped
and when it do, what you do, you run like a bitch
or do you straight turn state on a nigga and snitch
when you ain&#39;t got your boys, you ain&#39;t got no balls
and you ain&#39;t gangsta with all them 911 calls
real niggas don&#39;t call police
real niggas handle theirs when they got beef
flawed niggas talk shit and know they can&#39;t back it
know they ain&#39;t real but always trying to act it
Hook
I&#39;m the original jacker, flawed boy attacker
taking your life ain&#39;t nothing but a factor
matter of fact, i&#39;m a killer straight out the slums
no time to dump, i got these pumps for you chumps
and i ain&#39;t talking bout&#39; the reeboks
getting three glocks and jumping out of treetops
making suckers flee spots, and leave knots
got guns, get funds, yeah i&#39;m packing styles
suckers acting foul, get smoked like black and milds
nigga know a plan, laying down this thing
beyond all that rap shit, i only spit game
you scared, say you scared, but just peep what i said
i&#39;m so wicked off the head, probably shoot out of dread
thats right, all you suckers better recognize
before i start recognizing, ain&#39;t gonna have you niggas sweatin&#39; mine
i&#39;m in this thang for real, ain&#39;t nothing fake here
putting down in the zone with my nigga shakespeare
Hook
(big gipp)
i wear my hat low, when i walk through a circle of folks i don&#39;t know
it ain&#39;t to much chalk in these streets that can hold me back
i make stacks and stacks, for the weeks and weeks i got slapped
freaks, i got the grill with the white gold
keep a pistol in my hand with the tight hold
from the city where they drop blows
known to pin-hold down off them figure fours
shit shady, we all about to bust on sight, lighting up the night
putting hoes off in 74&#39;s and watching em&#39; all blow
it ain&#39;t shit funny, its the money man and gipp
holding sawed-off pumps in your face chump
don&#39;t disrespect the city, streets, that i&#39;m standing on
niggas from miami and atlanta holdin&#39; heat
it ain&#39;t nothing happy
you see, it ain&#39;t all about that rapping
Hook
(jt money)
straight up and down, i&#39;m a let you fuck nigga know
you niggas don&#39;t want war, talking all that shit
cause you apted up on that motherfucking tough guy juice
get round&#39; the motherfucking boys, listen to this goddamn rap music
and niggas think its a motherfucking game
alright, play with it
jt money, big gipp, let you niggas know
Hook

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