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Seven, oh,
Yeah, Hustle
Playa,
What's with these old niggaz, man?
D-day, what's with these niggaz?

What's wrong with niggaz?
This fuckin' game,
To get brownie points and
points yeah
(Yeah)

You got for these old niggaz, doe
we got fo' 'em big balla?
Yeah, yeah,

What's the subject? Fo' brings they Kotex
Where we reside, I creeps my ass up
And smash brownies off in his face
That I done and pissed on, dude, how that taste?

Catch him out his place, out of his
With his nephew and his niece, ooh, the the merrier
Nigga tried to fuck off
(What'd he do?)
to gauge the porch with my broads on Watoo

Dude, you done broke code
I'm finst ta drop clip, dump, drop, clip, reload
Be like I can explode
about I'll be fuckin' all kind of women

That's B R P, blade, run or
Once a time there was this guy named Dane
Tried to fuck my bitch, but he kris game
I don't owe motherfucker in the first

But he made livin' in my house
A whole lot
Tryin' to gain stripes

nothin' nice, read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin and politickin' with the vice
Crackin' pressure, bust a pipe
Snake eyes is crooked

(Goin' all up, out your way to get them brownie points)
It's and knives, read him his rights
So best friend'll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife
And try to put yo' ass on ice

For brownie and stripes
For brownie and stripes
Niggaz'll take your
Just to get brownie points

You niggaz got me stuck,
y'all spit it and get it fucked up
Lucked up, my mobb, niggaz, yeah, we bust what
If he isn't see mail, 'cause that we sell
Dope by the truckloads, can catch it retail

Motherfuckers but we all ain't played
And all ain't paid, now watch 'em all get
Laid back and watch him misprint it, we been it
For you newcomers who thinkin' you done it, I put my in it

Let yo' get it, serve a D and watch a bitch split it
If I wit' it, it wasn't enough fuckin' chips in it
Niggaz try to stripe, I flame mic
Got 'em all caught up in the shit, call it game tight

my name hyped, strivin' to get my name right
When it's fucked up, I'm the one you can blame
Hatin' on my when I did the shit
Yo, we the shit, represent Hogg ass bitch

nothin' nice, read him his rights
Collar him and laugh, rollin' over and with the vice
Crackin' under pressure, bust a
Snake is crooked dice

(Goin' all up, out way just to get them brownie points)
steaks and knives, read him his rights
So called best friend'll stab yo' ass in the with a knife
And try to put yo' ass on ice

For points and stripes
For brownie points and
Niggaz'll take life
to get them brownie points

Young Mack Jr., ain't nothin' but 14, Jr. think he tough
Mack Jr. be havin' problems his stomach
Throwin' up that green stuff, Mack Jr. done everything
(In the bay)
The Taco

Mack Jr. be takin' of that Khadafi and shovin' it up his nostrils
Mack Jr. just got out the hall, Jr. I call your
Jr. ain't to be played, Jr. to bust
Jr. be geekin', Mack Jr. be havin' withdrawal

Mack Jr. be tweekin', Mack Jr. be workin' hella close the law
I don't know this motherfucker, never saw the
But Mack Jr., all the be seein'
My viznideos on the tizznelevision

Fool know not he'll blunder, I got yo' ass hypnotized
Talkin about, when you see that nigga E-40, of Surprise'
One of my fellas about it in the pen, chopped a couple of kites
me to be careful cause niggaz'll take yo' life for braggin rights

That ain't fair so stop that,
Attitude why do niggaz gotta
Don't them niggaz I got enough fetti
To put they whole fuckin' family to

It's nothin nice read him his
Collar him and laugh, over and politickin' with the vice
Crackin' pressure, bust a pipe
Snake eyes is dice

(Goin' all up, out way just to get them brownie points)
It's and knives read him his rights
So called best friend'll yo' ass in the back with a knife
And try to put yo' ass on ice

For brownie and stripes
For brownie points and
Niggaz'll your life
Just to get them points