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What it is the back in the buildin' stackin' and building, still rappin' to children Jeopardizin' ya deals, ballin' ya wheels Like its back we was lil' and its still time to kill
displayin' ya skills, way underpayin' ya bills Spend a day in the field so how you you real Niggaz could never how I live, you aint deservin' My urban, never met me in person
my bread suburban, in a red suburban On 24s, 20 hoes givin' head, Im Fuck boys piss they pants, and nervous Im shell-shocked, black out like I in the service
cut and reserved, but I tote George Garvin The closest you hoes seen to picture perfect Your rose gold king, my tight as a virgin cop dream I stopped fo I seen the top, nigga
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I treat the beats like the streets, on 'em, I do what I to I gotta confront you, Ill kill you if I want to amongst monsters, kill homes and front you That lil' nigga he bad, eat him for lunch too
Fuck you niggaz, Dominique slam you niggaz punch aan one of you niggaz I was bein' nice at first now Im runnin' niggaz crews, not just one or two niggaz
'Cuz you ain't the south, you just embarassin' See you on TV in New York, niggaz laugh at us The why DJs didnt have a clue I was fabulous Now a days, not my records well, hell its hazardous
All this cussin', fussin', discussions out of my character Bustin' these niggaz and threatnin' all of they managers P S C is Atlanta, so how you and handlin' wit bananaz, without playin' and banishin'
King of the south, it was said then Took a while to comprehend, now it all in On the low, deal a mil, I done, come again dead, scene fled, fo the fedz runnin' in pimp
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Comin' live from the dome Shinin' lights on niggaz who got they skirts on wit mascara on All I have known, is 28 in the zone Give me a day and gone, a brick of yay and its on
You have known, me to run less Im gunnin' at niggaz domes And runnin' 'em out the own Every story got a side to it And ya disc shit less the click ride to it
And Im gonna you how the Westside do it In the A, not Cali, Bankhead, Valley Every in every alley, sellin' crack to every Tom, Dick, and Harry Every Kim, Sue, and Sally, till I up
A big enough to buy me a yacht So my pistols and my patnaz really all that I got Im not, playin' at all, Im 'em all Still drop 'em to size if they say that Im small man
Pussy cats cant worry ya Throwin' at the throne, Im a bury ya all man ya faggot niggaz hate that Im ballin' Makin' 30k a day and it all at the mall
And man I cant relate to what you rap on Nigga 'cuz I been sellin' yay I was bow wows age nigga my daddy and cousin talkin' to me from the grave And all they sayin' is young nigga get
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