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[Verse] These niggas out here playing, man, I swear to God (Uh-huh) They gon' make come and put one in you pussies' cars Or better yet, man, I swear to God I'll beat you to your crib, be in your front yard Niggas out here playing, man, they think this shit a game, huh Choppa Boyz the clique, nigga, I claim Listen, listen, nigga, this the murder capi', huh We tuck them choppers and get murder happy Hop out with them choppers, Osama, he get him hit Them niggas out here fuckin' with bitches we been hit That Frankie got a crazy face, that Franck Muller I spent a lot of faces on that, word to my jeweler, huh Shoot a nigga all in his shit, clip like a ruler, huh Touchdown, we in Oaktown stackin' like Hoovers The way a nigga movin' that dog fast as a car go Pull about sixteen bands up out my cargoes Bad bitch, thick in the waist, crib full of marble Hundred bands fresh out the safe, who want the problems? Get the tan and serve right in front of you, Benihanas Nine times outta ten, niggas don't want no problems, huh
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- Dex Osama