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

What it is the back in the buildin'
Still stackin' and building, still to children
ya deals, ballin' buyin' ya wheels
Like its back we was lil' and its still time to kill

Quick displayin' ya skills, way ya bills
a day in the field so how you sayin' you real
Niggaz could live how I live, you aint deservin'
My lifestyles urban, met me in person

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

Clean cut and reserved, but I George Garvin
The closest thang you hoes to picture perfect
Your rose gold king, my tight as a virgin cop
dream I stopped fo I seen 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 done I see you

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

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

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

All this cussin', fussin', loud discussions out of my
Bustin' niggaz melons and threatnin' all of they managers
P S C is Atlanta, so how you playin' and
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 aint done, come
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 when I see you

Comin' live the terror dome
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 gone, a brick of yay and its on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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