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Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case

Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case

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Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case

You don't really want no problem with a G like me
Born and raised in the city known as the sucka free
Take a trip to the Hunters Point and get yo' ass blast
This shit is gettin' drastic, light a blunt and pass it

I need that cash inside my hand 'cause I don't play that shit
Grew up 'round my uncle Mac, told me: "get it out a bitch"
Workin' 'til the break of dawn, gotta get my hustle on
Pimpin' bitches and countin' digits, the muscle movin' strong, ho

Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case

Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case

I'm in the El Co with tinted windows, blowin' that Indo
Bumpin' Nickatina, "conversations with a Devil," ho
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case

Greased up, G'd up, loced out, smokin' on that potent, mane
Two bricks, two licks, two flips, better rake 'em off this, mane
Who this punk bitch who think she can run up off the lips?
Raise the MAC off my hip, and I'm out here dumpin' shit, ho

Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case

Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case
Na-na-na-na-na, fool, you got caught slippin'
Put the pistol to your face, don't let this be no murder case

You got caught, you caught slippin'
You got caught, you caught slippin'
You got caught, you caught slippin'
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na

Writer(s): Ivan Ramirez, Michele Scatamacchia

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