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    Brrptptatata
    'Ey when your hear shots ring
    It's probably my team
    10 o'clock I'm in the shower, phone rings
    It's for you Wayne, I'm in the shower
    It's important Shawty Fatt is on his way
    Said he needs to talk to you before the show
    Tonight at 2:31, alright, okay
    Slide the curtain back and grab the phone
    "What up? what's up with it? what's going on?

    It isn't like you, to go interrupting me for anything at all"
    He said "I'm just fucking with you Wolf" and laughed if off
    Hahaha.. Dick head, hang up the phone
    Take the phone, wrap my towel, dry off and throw my clothes on
    In an hour we go home, though I ain't liking the idea
    Of opening up for Trina
    I support my clique through whatever

    So I met my team up at the parking lot
    We all came together in separate cause
    We like to debate up alot, small town super stars
    Every clique got somebody
    That is spotted more than bout it
    But I doubt if you ever seen a soldier more bout it
    Then I ride and die
    Partner with the hard like a pirahna
    And I bite like a lion

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    With the bullets to back up the drama
    2 Real for TV, yea pulled up in a Minivan
    Bumpin' that Jeezy, "What up Wolf?"
    "What up my man?", I dept his hand
    Security was yelling already that we needed to move
    But we ain't studying that until security lost a clue
    And started mouthin' off to the wrong one
    Specifically the main one who aim guns
    No, bad idea fat boy, I seen it coming

    Fistful surrounded them
    A couple of them was swinging and yelling
    It could've been over in just a second
    But the asshole was persistent
    And 2 Real for TV ain't with it
    Me and my dread homie held tight
    They started yelling out the cops are coming
    But it was to late something's got a hold

    And 2 Real popped the trunk, grabbed the steel
    Cocked it back and walked into the front door of the club
    You don't want it here, there, anywhere I promise you
    The sirens are sounding for the rest of the crew
    Called my homie Fist to get the scoop of what went down
    "It was nothing Wolf", shit
    We up in this bitch chillin' now
    Damn
    That's how ya'll get down?
    For sho' Fistful

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