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Five, four, three, two, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you done I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done I see you

What it is the king back in the
stackin' and building, still rappin' to children
Jeopardizin' ya deals, ballin' ya wheels
Like its back when we was lil' and its still to kill

Quick ya skills, way underpayin' ya bills
a day in the field so how you sayin' you real
Niggaz never live how I live, you aint deservin'
My lifestyles urban, met me in person

my bread suburban, in a red suburban
On 24s, 20 hoes givin' head, Im
Fuck boys piss they pants, scared and
Im shell-shocked, black out I been in the service

Clean cut and reserved, but I tote Garvin
The closest thang you seen to picture perfect
Your rose gold king, my tight as a virgin cop
Your dream I stopped fo I the top, nigga

Five, four, three, two, one, you done I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you done I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you when I see you

I treat the beats like the streets, on 'em, I do I want to
I aint confront you, Ill kill you if I want to
Roam monsters, kill homes and front you
That lil' nigga swearin' he bad, eat him for too

Fuck you niggaz, Dominique slam dunk you
punch aan one of you niggaz
I was bein' nice at first now Im runnin' niggaz
Whole crews, not just one or two

'Cuz you representin' the south, you just embarassin'
See you on TV in New York, niggaz laugh at us
The reason why DJs didnt a clue I was fabulous
Now a days, not playin' my well, hell its hazardous

All this cussin', fussin', loud discussions out of my
Bustin' these niggaz melons and threatnin' all of managers
P S C is Atlanta, so how you playin' and
Gorillaz wit bananaz, without and banishin'

King of the south, it was said once
Took a while to comprehend, now it all in
On the low, deal a mil, I aint done, come
Room dead, fled, fo the fedz runnin' in pimp

Five, four, three, two, one, you done I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you done I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done I see you

Comin' live from the terror
Shinin' lights on who got they skirts on tight wit mascara on
All I have ever known, is 28 in the
me a day and it's gone, a brick of yay and its on

You have known, me to run less Im gunnin' at niggaz domes
And 'em out the own territory
Every got a flip side to it
And ya aint shit less the click ride to it

And Im show you how the Westside do it
In the A, not Cali, Bankhead, Simpson
Every crack in alley, sellin' crack to every Tom, Dick, and Harry
Every Kim, Sue, and Sally, till I up

A big enough knot to buy me a
So then my and my patnaz really all that I got
Im not, at all, Im sprayin' 'em all
Still drop 'em down to size if they say that Im man

Pussy cats cant worry ya
Throwin' stones at the throne, Im a ya all man
Know ya faggot niggaz hate Im ballin'
30k a day and blow it all at the mall

And man I cant to what you rap on stage
Nigga 'cuz I been yay since I was bow wows age nigga
my daddy and cousin talkin' to me from the grave
And all they sayin' is nigga get paid

Five, four, three, two, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done I see you

Five, four, three, two, one, you done I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you when I see you