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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
by Atlanta, I got a mill' 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 homes, soon to grace the page
I pull 7 digits clean, soon as I the stage
I done caught up with the paper, y'all change

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

I'm hood, I'm
Still standin' in the 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 with the baddest
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 love and all of the

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

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

I ain't never no snitch, never been no rat
Never shot a nigga in his
I always put the to his face
I ain't never pull my strap and ain't
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 with the chick
Up in the club got 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

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

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

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

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

Sigel was the name that gave me
Allow me to 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 star nigga, heavy metal on the

Because my life is how I mic this, police see my license
Run my social, check my gov', search my
Keep they hand on they toast when they approach this
'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 fastest
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 night on cigars
We get so much and all of the above