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

it is the king back in the buildin'
Still and building, still rappin' to children
Jeopardizin' ya deals, ballin' buyin' ya
Like its back when we was lil' and its time to kill

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck you niggaz, Dominique slam you niggaz
Sucker aan one of you niggaz
I was bein' nice at first now Im through 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 have a clue I was fabulous
Now a days, not playin' my well, hell its hazardous

All cussin', fussin', loud discussions out of my character
Bustin' niggaz melons 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 once
Took a to comprehend, now it all sunk in
On the low, deal a mil, I aint done, again
Room dead, fled, fo the fedz runnin' in pimp

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

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

You have never known, me to run less Im at niggaz domes
And runnin' 'em out the own
story got a flip side to it
And ya disc aint shit the click ride to it

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

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

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

And man I cant relate to 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 young nigga get

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