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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 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

What it is the back in the buildin'
Still and building, still rappin' to children
ya deals, ballin' buyin' ya wheels
Like its when 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 lifestyles urban, never met me in

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

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

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

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

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

'Cuz you ain't representin' the south, you just
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 my records well, hell its hazardous

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 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