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For instance, everytime I hear “HURT” from T.I., I flip. He bodies the instrumental, shaming T.I. on his own track the same way Em did Jay.

Right now I’ma give you somethin’ that a make a nigga beg please
When a bullet blows by, he’ll probably feel a little breeze
Drop to ya knees, see the big barrel of the chrome
fifth triple grip handle in the squeeze
I keep a couple of those for the niggaz who talk shit
when I go to Jacob and cop that ring
If you try to see me I’ma cock that thang
And I’ma lock that thang, and the shots gon’ stain (really?)
The nigga ride inside the truck with me (and) for the most part the nigga
stuck with me And tell you somethin’ if you really were smart and you knew
better people probably tell ya don’t fuck with me
Front if want motherfucka you can catch it
Smile on my face even though I got a ratchet
Pop off (police) pull me over believe I got a compartment if I gotta stash it
Must I just remind y’all niggaz when I come through
Know that I’ma find y’all niggaz take two
Bust so many shots gun powder probably blind y’all niggaz now (Ok, ok let’s go)
See you don’t know really wanna feel that Mossberg blow (naw)
Clap up a nigga then I cap up a nigga
When I finish it’ll turn into an absurd show (listen)
Then you better observe yo
Feel the sizzle from the bullet of the glock burn slow (ssss)
Shit probably twist you up just a little
and have your body leanin’ lookin’ like a quarter past four
Stay down betta (lay down)
Checkin’ for a nigga, come and put your body in the dirt
I don’t play bitch you, really need to go the other way
If you ain’t know I got it under my shirt

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