You wanna do dat You wanna do dat You don't do dat
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Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up
Now eve'body wanna have they own label Wouldn't on the first to bring to the table They in they own fantasy somethin' like a Handicap all disabled
I shut 'em down, like a 'Cause ain't nobody fuckin' wit the super Coreleone, Trill representatives Don P Man some of y'all too sensitive
But ya right, me But ain't 'nam day you touch me 'bout, Don P, why you buckin'? Man you need to out get to the money
I got it and I'ma Trill nigga I handle all my problems I'm all about I'ma man, before anybody
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Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up
What you starin' at? This ain't no show You gon' make me cock back, hit ya ass in the You don't wanna do dat, hear dem clit-clak in ya through the front, comes out through the back
Come and make my night, love to talk but hate to Was you a bitch? I was a bitch, it don't go away ova Man up man up I told you before motherfucker stand up
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Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up
Now if you niggaz keep playin', you make a nigga tear a hole through yo' chest, is yo' flesh, I can see yo' soul You wanna do dat, I'ma hit you wit a bat Talkin' all dat nigga and I'ma hit you wit da gack
Seventeen times out da on my .45 plus five equals nine goin' through yo spine Sit yo ass hoe, make a move you gotta go Erase you off da map and yo ass at yo own show
Ain't no games wit you lames when it comes to gangsta shit Throwin' up my finger, grabbin' on my own dick thank they slick take yo pick, which one you want? Bullets flyin' through yo house or goin' straight yo door
Make yo ass wit different strokes of my hand movements Say dat your a G, in streets, man you gotta prove in Next, time I see you talkin' shit rearrange yo mouth and put yo ass in a ditch, bitch
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Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up
You don't do dat You wanna do dat You wanna do dat ...