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[Don]Niggas want WHAT!!!, what you want nowOperation Lock, shut niggas downNothin to gain, niggas want war with my gangI`m gunnin them thangs, have you slumped up in a RangeHow do you die, once I swing the iron at ya`llMy riders`ll swarm, Don be the eye of the storm`Cause when it`s my flow ya heart froze poppoExpose the 4 grip apart though, you not knowFuck with my dough, kick in your door, 20 RoscoeYou think it`s a game, Hot Ones`ll burn you in flamesGot little hands but hold the gat with easeAint much to adjust, pull back and squeezeFlame-On, Chandon, never get it mixed kidShots from the cannon`ll leave a nigga twistedOne phone call, cats is done forYou want war, see 4-4 with the pump saw[Chorus]Floss, One, DonLet me get `em, get `emFloss, One, DonLet me get `em, get `emFloss, One, DonLet me get `em, get `emFloss, One, DonLet me get `em, get `emNow who we be (fly niggas)Who we be (fly niggas)Who we be (fly niggas)Who we be (fly niggas)What!!![Floss]Who the fuck is ya`ll niggas, no name niggasLive off the strip with ya man, 4 main niggasIs ya`ll insane niggas, tryin to rule the streets nowI`d be wrong if I cocked back, two of your peeps downFall asleep now, I got killas on a pay rollStaight four from the trey-eight-o, kay broHot Ones is well connected like cableIt`s hectic when the Tec spitDon`t move, you catch itGet in beef with me now, your peeps`ll be foundFuck beatin down, he havem` meetin the groundIn front of his door step, been waitin all nightFuck black, I`m comin to kill him in all whiteCocked hammer, blow five at him on sightIf not hit him, I`m droppin my gun and we gon` fightGet a brick, flip a brick, go plat, shit is sickRather rap game or crack game, Floss ridiculous[Chorus][One]Raised up in stories, Cristal and gatorsEcaped through the block now, love us or you hate usRappers get shot down, whole lotta hatersCDs or tapes the only way to play usGirls, they`ll talk that he say, she sayFreshed up, more kicks than EastbayWe stay, breakin 70 always on the freewayBut the cops say boy take it easyMy name is One, I`m tryin to lock the gameUhhh, a lot of haters tryin to block the gameUhhh, too hot, can`t stop the gameUsed to be in the streets and pack painAy yo, stop One, but I can`t sonSmoke branson, three young niggas tryin to blow like HansonFitted to the back, red and blue band sonSome cats can`t stand himBut damn them[Chorus]2x

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