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Chorus: We street niggas who keep figures, we keep heat (we keep heat?) Oww Owwww We're seven meals strong, bredren peel off, he won't skeet (he won't skeet?) Pow Powwww I stole the show without the radio, which way did he go? Oww Owwww Baby I'm 'bout to go, go and get my coat, I gotta go (I gotta go) Chao Chaoooow Verse 1: Big crib, cannons in every room I got the ship, Greasey he got the Chevy Doom I can barely move when he see that shit here See this 5th gear, I sit in a big chair Make the final decisions wherever his head go, the nigga dead though Fuck he need him a medical? Better get him a nice sized box to sleep in It's over for him, the nigga was knee-deep in Seen him creepin', from the right side, bright side, bitches love the dick They always say it's the right size Nice eyes, hazel like fruit punch, lemonade This is the season for vigilantes and renegades Been afraid of nothin' that crossed my path bitch He had me confused, I put him down in the casket Drastic- measures I be taking when you bitches put my back against the wall Fuckers be tryna blackball Got a fat draw with nothin' but cash in it Stash crack in it, thought I lost but I'm back in it Heavy in the street shit, still on my one and twos About to punish you, better put on your running shoes Oww Chorus: We street niggas who keep figures, we keep heat (we keep heat?) Oww Owwww We're seven meals strong, bredren peel off, he won't skeet (he won't skeet?) Pow Powwww I start a show without the radio, which way did he go? Oww Owwww Baby I'm 'bout to go, go and get my coat, I gotta go (I gotta go) Chao Chaoooow Verse 2: All I got is my hancock now, man down You bitches on round cock now Got the shit on lock but I ain't satisfied, Bigga need more Like I'm in bed with three whores, we are Not them niggas on TV, them niggas is weak They never really be in the street Hold 'em all accountable for taking out the mouths of the niggas I fucks with Bitches, keep 'em in bunches, lunches Dinners at the hotel suite I'm the most hated on. And I don't eat filet mignone Better pay me on the first and the 15th Nigga hit me, Twenty thousand to rent me Just for one night, I can wave you, fix you with the treatment Keep chips, tucked in the safety deposit, closet Everything is the opposite, I can pop ya bitch I'm Kobe, you Radmanovich, got a lot of it I'm the best out, stressed out, from this rap shit Sorry you feeling left out Guest house, Club Cocabana was the spot These niggas that wanna rock, bet I'ma make it hot Nigga, why you jeopardizing your career before it jumpstart, buckshot Cover you when the pump spark. Mayday Make you niggas walk the plank, blindfold Bigga, I'll never go, the nigga stuck in grind mode Oww Chorus: We street niggas who keep figures, we keep heat (we keep heat?) Oww Owwww We're seven meals strong, bredren peel off, he won't skeet (he won't skeet?) Pow Powwww I start a show without the radio, which way did he go? Oww Owwww Baby I'm 'bout to go, go and get my coat, I gotta go (I gotta go) Chao Chaoooow
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