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Drugs up in my body, he must think you better make choice Throw the guns up in the whip, we promised they'll find that hoe Drugs up in my body, he must think you better make choice Throw the guns up in the whip, we promised they'll find that hoe It was a cold, cold night, but the block was feelin' hot Tippin' fofo's, pimpin' at the parking lot My beeper started beepin', I looked down and I was shocked The boys that tried to do me wrong was 'round the corner parked Hopped into the Jeep, hollow point, hide your shot I think one was in the front, nah it's just a look-out At the most they got a pistol, it's the least that I dismiss 'em Bendin' corners like I'm Beckham In the ground is where we send 'em (SESH) Drugs up in my body, he must think you better make choice Throw the guns up in the whip, we promised they'll find that hoe Drugs up in my body, he must think you better make choice Throw the guns up in the whip, we promised they'll find that hoe Drugs up in my body, he must think you better make choice Throw the guns up in the whip, we promised they'll find that hoe Drugs up in my body, he must think you better make choice Throw the guns up in the whip, we promised they'll find that hoe
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