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    This beat is to be used, violently - weapons not included

    Double platinum never; still on the grind though
    Playin my position, watchin behind though
    D-Block'd out, must I remind yo
    Benjamins walk with me, two guns y'all can see
    Money pile, wild out, nigga who want what
    Every year it's somethin new for you to shake your butt
    Get on yo' strut, you feelin me soldier?
    Ten hun (ten hut) ten years strong, the record is long
    Coulda been a lil' richer if I rocked a thong
    Anyway; the Coupe is gray
    Sheek startin to get hot in the hood like the month of May
    My dog tags tangle, white tee on
    Paul Wall bottoms, big Jacob bangle
    One dutch of evil and piney
    Matter fact, gimme some 'gnac and I'ma chase that with a Heine'
    And make sure you pour some for my thugs behind me (yeah)

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    Hustle 'til the sun up (run up)
    Keep comin 'til you come up (run up)
    E'rybody keep your gun up (run up, run up, run up, run up, run up)

    Run up you gon' die like the beeper call
    Dawg this is Styles, I ain't Nas but I "Ether" y'all
    You should hide when you see that ride creep along
    Cause it's on when the doors open - shut his lights out
    He got his mans, but I'm fuckin get 'em all coffins
    Lil' niggaz is now mine they swallow the barrel find it
    Bet that'll open 'em up (I bet)
    And they all act tough, 'til you pokin 'em up
    Nigga - run up like you came for a marathon
    Body's in the suitcase, head's in the carry-on (ha ha)
    You food to a real nigga, rude with the steel nigga
    Give a fuck; you shoulda chilled nigga (you shoulda chilled)
    All I know is puttin in work
    Get the new M-5, nigga put in the work
    Crack a vanilla dutch, nigga put in the earth
    Run up I keep the gun up, get put in the earth - what?

    M-6 revvin, all black on the cell phone
    And all that like I'm talkin to Devon (Knight Rider)
    Shorty wanna hang out of the car (uh-huh)
    Yellin out money ain't a thang, holdin up a mayonnaise jar
    of that stick-ickalous, ridiculous
    Comin down Harlem, foggin up the whole St. Nickalous (yeah)
    Red monkies on them pretty things
    Wipin off ash, showin Scado my Diddy things
    Pay attention (yeah) gon' miss if I squench in
    Just us bein there is causin tension
    No beef, no wreath nece', it get real messy
    Pull a rifle on you boys like Uncle Jesse
    I'm Sheek baby girl, one third of the LOX
    Put you in the mink and out of the fox
    Added a Honda into the box
    Earring holes is stretched from the size of the rocks
    Let's go

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