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We run
We run the streets, the and the club
All of the

Yes, yes
All the
Oh, oh, oh
All the
Oh, oh, oh

Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is
Curbside by Atlanta, I got a mill' out
Billionaires Boys Club, can't in here
Gold bottles of that bubb', spillin' beer

The boy only pour on ace of spades
Forbes Magazine homes, to grace the page
I pull 7 digits clean, soon as I grace the
I done caught up with the paper, y'all chasin'

Man, I'm runnin' up Broad in and out of lanes
With the top down screamin' out, you niggaz know the
C'mon, you niggaz know my
It's the bully with the bucks, ain't a thing changed

I'm hood, I'm
Still standin' in the middle of the
I'm a mack, I'm a
I'm a pimp, I does all the

On the low I'm in the whip
And in the spot I'm the baddest chick
Up in the got these niggaz pissed
We got bottles and a of twist

All the
We buy out the bar
And all puff on cigars
We get so much and all of the above

Yeah, Mr. Beat the case is
Got acquitted, stitch fitted in that hat
Now I'm back, sick with it with this rap
Let's get it, where my at? Make noise

And I ain't never been no
No, nah not in my rapport
Never on my boys for no whore
I never been no bitch, nor never lied on my dick
Y'all still dyin' for these whores

I ain't never no snitch, never been no rat
shot a nigga in his back
I always put the to his face
I ain't never my strap and ain't clap
Got my case, did my time now I'm

I'm hood, I'm
standin' in the middle of the beat
I'm a mack, I'm a
I'm a pimp, I all the above

On the low I'm in the fastest
And in the spot I'm with the chick
Up in the club got these pissed
We got bottles and a pound of

All the
We buy out the bar
And all night on cigars
We get so much and all of the above

Up in the club poppin' the Cris'
Still back it up whenever I shit
Man, I'm worth about a billion but I'm hood rich
Still hoppin' out the with a hot-ass chick

Still rockin' the chain, they still knowin' my
Kels, that's right, bitch, I'm still in the game
Still through the hood like I'm holdin' that thang
Still limp the club like I'm holdin' that cane

two fingers for a rock star, middle for a bitch
Come in by self and leave out wit'cha
Beanie Sigel got my back if we run into a
And Kels got his back if he ever a hit

the tour to the block
We risin' to the top
From the club to the lot
We to show the haters what we got, so let's go

Sigel was the name that gave me
me to reintroduce myself

It's the Street Bully, I'm number one
Five oh, said when I had the gun
But I don't stop for the law, pushed the to the floor
Rock nigga, heavy metal on the drawer

Because my life is how I mic this, police see my license
Run my social, check my gov', search my
they hand on they toast when they approach this thug
'Cause I'm a hoodlum, a monster, bad boy, a fella
Gangster and a thug, yes, I'm all the

I'm hood, I'm
standin' in the middle of the beat
I'm a mack, I'm a
I'm a pimp, I all the above

On the low I'm in the whip
And in the spot I'm the baddest chick
Up in the club got niggaz pissed
We got bottles and a pound of

All the
We buy out the bar
And all puff on cigars
We get so love and all of the above