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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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Writer(s): Elmo O Connor
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