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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 F'Real is
Curbside by Atlanta, I got a mill' out
Billionaires Boys Club, can't chill in
bottles of that bubb', y'all spillin' beer

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

Man, I'm runnin' up Broad Street in and out of
With the top down screamin' out, you niggaz the sayin'
C'mon, you know my name
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 fastest
And in the spot I'm the baddest chick
Up in the club got these niggaz
We got and a pound of twist

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

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

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

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

I'm hood, I'm
Still 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 the baddest chick
Up in the club got these niggaz
We got bottles and a of twist

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

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

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

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

From the tour to the
We risin' to the top
the club to the parkin' 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, freeze when I had the gun
But I stop for the law, pushed the pedal to the floor
Rock nigga, heavy metal on the drawer

Because my life is how I mic this, wan' see my license
Run my social, my gov', search my glove
Keep they hand on they toast when approach this thug
'Cause I'm a hoodlum, a monster, bad boy, a good
and a thug, yes, I'm all the above

I'm hood, I'm
Still standin' in the 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 with the chick
Up in the club got these niggaz
We got and a pound of twist

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