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

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

Yeah, Mr. Him is here
Curbside by Atlanta, I got a out there
Billionaires Boys Club, can't chill in
Gold bottles of that bubb', y'all beer

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I ain't been no fraud
No, nah that's not in my
Never fronted on my boys for no
I ain't never been no bitch, nor never lied on my
Y'all niggaz still dyin' for these

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

I'm hood, I'm
Still standin' in the middle of the
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 niggaz
We got bottles and a pound of

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

Up in the club poppin' the Cris'
back it up whenever I talk shit
Man, I'm worth about a but I'm still hood rich
Still hoppin' out the whip with a chick

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

It's two fingers for a rock star, for a bitch
in by self and leave out wit'cha chick
Beanie Sigel got my back if we run a snitch
And Kels got his back if he need a hit

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

Sigel was the name that gave me
Allow me to myself

It's the Broad Bully, I'm number one
Five oh, said when I had the gun
But I stop for the law, pushed the pedal to the floor
Rock star nigga, metal on the drawer

Because my life is how I mic this, police wan' see my
Run my social, check my gov', my glove
Keep they hand on they toast when they this thug
I'm a hoodlum, a monster, bad boy, a good 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 I'm with the baddest chick
Up in the club got these pissed
We got bottles and a of twist

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