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So Little
What's your

Is really a question?
Do you really have that written in your notepad
You be ashamed of yourself
You me, girl
I smell like

See, that's what don't understand
To me it was always get or die
I up under Birdman the Number One Stunner
You know what I mean I'm stunner
all I know, that's all I ever knew
Get or get nothing
You know what I'm saying and I feel that way for

So hard I go I keep
The so crazy I'm in it like deep pussy
I got chip from to get the whole cookie
Used to make a dollars everytime I played hookie
Dwayne absent keep looking
I'm on the block, I'm a legend on the block
Ice so like heaven on the watch
Yeah nigga, I dropped one eleven on the watch

So watch and see I do
by you so fast, got you sneezing hachoo
They got the shivers, mayne I got the
I got to bring the hood after Katrina
F. Baby now the F is for Fema
Sick nigga bitch I spit Leukemia
Yeah, no cure, no help, so me, so good, so hard, so
me

And that's just my point there
That's I'm always trying to stress, you know what I'm saying
If you don't understand me, if you don't me then you ain't real
In my eyes, and that's all count to me you know
So, is music considered the voice of
Urban America or period
I mean, I would say the voice of the 'cause thats who I speak for
And myself, you know what I mean, my family, that's who I
My hommies, my girl, my life, you

C'mon, bang shit, nigga, pump my shit
You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump bitch
You gotta claim that strip and go and flood bitch
You gotta aim that shit and straight bust shit
Like motherfuck them niggas what they wanna do I'm
Campbell, no homo, black Rambo
Fucking the boy, baby, that's a cambo
If he won in leave him on the crap table

I'm willing and I'm able to run up in your stable
Like nobody a sound, "Where the paper? Where the paper?"
Gotta get it, gotta have it, I got it I'mma spend it
Then it's back to doing any thing just to get it
The re-ups be like parties
No to park the cars in the garages
So the cribs all you see is the roggies
If I ain't say it right, it, I ain't foreign
me

And see that's where everybody get me at
You what I mean I got that heat rock, for real
Why do you other rappers lack the impact of your music?
That's because they ain't got that rock like me
You what I mean
They ain't spitting me, they spitting
But, what I mean, they ain't got colds
I got the flu over here man, for
I need relief, help me, for real
I know sick of me 'cause I'm tired of y'all for real

And based on the bank, I'm doing much
Than a lot of niggas, I'm tired of these niggas
Yawning when I see them me stretch and pull the burner
I'm cocking back and passing, they catch 'em in they
Ooh, that gone burn ya, that gone probably learn ya
To never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever come around no more
Rich gangsters over here, you gotta die with the broke
I'm the God I should ride with the
But the boy so hood I just ride my hoe, yeah yeah

And tell 'em 'bout
Tell 'em 'bout my show
Tell 'em 'bout my hoe
You know just to mack
Call me Dione Sanders bring the back, yeah
I'm in my prime niggas falling
right, I'm coming, baby, yeah, hard as crack
me

And that's what it is, nigga
If you don't like my shit fuck you and your shit, man, straight up
That's how I was tough, how I was brought up
And that's how I'ma go down, man, for
Cash-money, young-money in your motherfucking throat
Swallow
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