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 Lyrics: 
 [Intro][Verse 1: Webbie]
 Now I grew up around triggers, but it wasn't the triggers
 It was niggas huggin' the triggers that was bustin' the heads
 And I grew up around chickens, but it wasn't the chickens
 It was niggas flippin' the chickens that was duckin' the feds
 And I show up with a chopper, and it won't be the chopper
 It'll be me bustin' the chopper that have them runnin' & scared
 And I send ya to the doctor, and the doctor can try
 But don't blame the doctor cause your bitch ass dead I ain't never scared mane
 I been out chea I'mma be out chea you come out chea and you see me out chea
 Hooked up with Bun B out chea, now we tryin' to get Pimp C out chea
 Webbie mane ya know whatsup Young Savage don't give a fuck
 23's on every truck cause me and my niggas blowed up
 Grew up around licks, but it wasn't the licks
 It was niggas hittin' the licks that was makin' the bread
 I grew up around bitches, but it wasn't the bitches
 It was niggas pimpin' the bitches that was gettin' ahead
 
 [Hook: Webbie & Bun B] x2
 Now hold up (hold up)
 Rough and rugged we grew up as soldiers (soldiers)
 Tell me how you think you gone control us (control us)
 I got partners with big choppers and all I gotta' holla' is load up (load up)
 
 [Verse 2: Webbie]
 I'm tellin' ya now don't play no games cause I be on some gangsta shit
 Swing ya corner creep up on ya let it loose and stank you bitches
 Bet ya coward asses gettin' scared now ain't you bitches
 See how ya want be hoes so bend over let me spank ya bitches
 Perpetratin' boy listen, them choppers get to dumpin' and penetratin' them chests'
 And the way they got me feelin' no sense in wearing vests'
 I'm straight up blessin' niggas I ain't even askin' questions
 Shit nigga for what?
 I don't believe in askin' questions, I'mma nigga with guts
 And for I let a nigga play me I jones for a buck
 Close range with a .380
 Leave his ass leakin' while he shakin' on the pavement
 Beat'em down like a white man durin' slavery
 Leave'em crying for his fuckin' mama like a baby
 Ol' cushion ass nigga
 Actin' like a bitch and make me whoop yo ass nigga
 Get your mind right ol' pussy ass nigga
 
 [Hook: Webbie & Bun B] x2
 Now hold up (hold up)
 Rough and rugged we grew up as soldiers (soldiers)
 Tell me how you think you gone control us (control us)
 I got partners with big choppers and all I gotta' holla' is load up (load up)
 
 [Verse 3: Webbie]
 You think this shit a game, man you just wait till I come over there
 You ain't really got to change, you might as well just kill yourself
 Less your body made of steal, I'm tellin' you bring your ass home
 Alright now I done said, be hard headed and get blast on
 Niggas with masks on, be on top of your roof
 You gone think that Bin Laden people got to choppin' at you
 This shit is serious nigga my life a dramacal
 If you want comedy stay inside and watch a comicview
 Don't get it started unless you really want this shit to get started
 Cause when I get started this shit gone get retarded you heard me
 I grew up with nothing but soldiers and warriors you heard me
 Use your common sense why the fuck you think they call it the dirty
 A lot of niggas get served, a lot of niggas be servin'
 I like to see niggas duckin' when I be bootin' and swervin'
 Cause they round here thuggin' when they should be round here twerkin'
 So from here on out it ain't no fuckin' mercy you bitch
 
 [Hook: Webbie & Bun B] x2
 Now hold up (hold up)
 Rough and rugged we grew up as soldiers (soldiers)
 Tell me how you think you gone control us (control us)
 I got partners with big choppers and all I gotta' holla' is load up (load up)
 
 
		
		
	
 
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