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I heard, Shawn got crazy ends
I sat the nigga in the door with my nickel plated fo', fo'
He's with his bitch, in bed
But right now I got beef wit this nigga named Shawn
Beside the safe full of G's, he had mad bags of booze
And word up that shit is soft
1, 2, 3 thousand problems
He said, "Taliq, whats up my man?"

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1, 2, 3, thousand problems
Aiy yo queens boys waste him and yo south side waste him
1, 2, 45, Boulevard Queens and I tell my man, they try to caravan
They walk close towards my ride
Mr.B's LB's, a people 1, 2, 3, 3, thousand problems
Understand, now he's in court
I come back up for the session, money still tied the fuck up confessin'

But before I do this thing, I go and pick up my best friends
They pull up on my block, I'm in my little brown hooptie
I got to see the boy hillside
He took me back inside this room
And he's gotten a ball of dough
So they guess I want the white rock
I pull out my 44, and I don't wanna do his head
Got some beef with some niggaz across town
A 40 ounce and let the fields right

Aiy yo, Money, what's this address?
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I got this nigga locked down wit my joint to his gun
I put two to his head, I jumped on the southern state

Some bitch tried to burst but I shot her in the back

I roll all my windows down, pull my shit on the corner

And get some phillies from the store
I call up the underground
But I still bein' sneaky 'cause I'm freaky, Taliq, I'm freaky, Taliq
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Shit is on, word is bond, money is gone
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Even though he can go in one squeeze, G, it's it's it's crazy
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And park the van on the corner and you're comin' through the side door
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And just be nice to pack some extra ammunition
Surprise motherfucker, it's a handful of South side
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Yo, I stood up, about faced him and yo lost boys waste him
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1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3 thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems

Yeah, yeah, I gotta get this nigga, Shawn
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It's 3 o'clock in the morn, shit is on motherfuckers, shit is on
One down and one to go, I heard the next nigga's on
Then I'm rushin' out to Hempstead
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A lot to do
The way this nigga hit the floor when the freaky got raw

They get robbed, they wanna go
Understand, I'm on a mission

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Money, beggin' and repeatin', they don't want trouble
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And word up he got a mail press
My 4 4's on my waist, gotta half a stick of dynamite
I told that Lu to move the chairs

I blow some smoke into his eyes
'Cause this shit is too easy
Keep my man to the ground, I gotta shut it down

It's a cool summer night
Aiy yo, Money, where your stash at?
"Here nigga, take two more puff before you die"

I'm drivin' in a stolen car with no motherfuckin' lights on
I kick in the nigga's door

1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
Aiy yo cheeks, help me take this damn bitch down the stairs

let me speak to that nigga Lu