C'mon ah Ah, what? C'mon, ah, what? Ah, C'mon, c'mon, ah, Ah, 1 Life 2 Live, Ah, what?
Live, huh? Yeah, y'all cats ready, I'm just too much When I was young, my mamma said I to cuss too much If I ain't known you years, I don't trust you much Roll nuthin' but thugs and hustlers
Yeah, I don't care if they crackin' I'm a drug graduate without the and gowns I used to have a thing for buying gats and And I laugh in my rhymes you cats is clowns
Smash you down, patch you We yo guns and we blast yo' round Pass the to the new female king is real dog, you nuthin' but a Lee Nail thing
Like the end of the we put it all to a stop and Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon' And you go against us and you all gonna When we reign, you gon' need more a mop
Can't nobody do it we do (What, what, what, what, what) Can't nobody do it we do (What, what, what, what)
Can't do it like we do (What, what, what, what, what) Can't do it like y'all do (What, what, what, what)
When we spit, yo we run outta rounds This is life ball not football, you bounds some of you people's houses I be cruisin' around Slow it 'cuz I think that I'm losing you now
For that's not lost, tell y'all hoe's to stop 'Cuz the is in here, toast it up When they you suppose to duck Look at by the bar posing drunk (Say what?)
We don't care who we in here We get you for how you gross this year You not a punk, you to fear not come out until the coast is clear
Totin' beer, you hatin', sayin' how they get a deal that But even without this rap I still have cash My mommy wears a whiz, I'm trickin' buying Vicky Secret Just to her punani hair
nobody do it like we do (What, what, what, what, what) Can't nobody do it we do (What, what, what, what)
nobody do it like we do (What, what, what, what, what) Can't do it like y'all do (What, what, what, what)
Uh oh, you didn't I was coming My people stand for the little man To without or with bad I can determine what chu gon' do Are ya gon' play it? Are ya move?
The ain't gon' start if ya don't dance I don't care if you leave, but you be my man I don't get mad over pettiness I say to with it, say oh, well with it
is known watch him make ya move ya feet Make beats, rhyming sound so unique His beats are like Sean and Castor Troy Ya the same identity to find how he soars
He's the wicked man, the wicked begun Call him Timbaland the Clear ese, try to hide from ya fear Clear ese, don't ya hear the set got in ya
ese, this is the love man you're talking to Clear ese, his beats are dope, I try to you Can't see us in the nine eight or the nine nine (Freaky freaky)
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Can't nobody do it we do (What what what what) Can't nobody do it we do (What what what)
Can't nobody do it we do (What what what what) Can't do it like y'all do (What what what)
Can't nobody do it we do (What what what what) Can't do it like we do (What what what)
nobody do it like we do (What what what what) Can't do it like y'all do (What what what)
y'all, the public is y'all the public Ya do it so well this goes out to Storm, Z-man, 1 Life 2 Live, Little Man Wanna thank for makin' us who we are today