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I was trained to bang, your life over Catch a game that ur mama told you Fast lane, can't stay sober Get the money, then flip it over But honeys we lace that Nigga we stay strapped You take another step and I'll move you 8 back For the money I mean mug You hog and I'll hold a grudge I'll meet you in the parking lot Handle some mutha fuckas Solution, there ain't none Nigga I can't run It's something gonna be done Then fuck it lets dump some You wastin your breath And I'm surprised there's some left I got my nine on your chest And you got your mind on your gat And I got this shit up inside of me Holdin on like its riding me Telling me to get this money Fuck y'all 'cause you trying me I bust yall 'Cause you eyeing me ,What dog ,It's inside me...