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You wanna do dat
You don't do dat
You don't do dat

All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit

Man up motherfucker, man up
Man up motherfucker, man up
Man up motherfucker, man up
Man up motherfucker, man up

Now eve'body wanna fuckin' have they own
on the first shit to bring to the table
They in they own fantasy like a fable
Handicap situations all

I shut 'em down, a computer
'Cause ain't nobody fuckin' wit the producer
Coreleone, Trill representatives
Fuck Don P Man some of y'all too

But ya right, me
But 'nam day you gon' touch me
Talkin' 'bout, Don P, why you
Man you need to chill out get to the

I already got it and I'ma Trill
I handle all my besides
I'm all respectin'
man, before anybody checkin'

All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that

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 back, hit ya ass in the door
You don't do dat, hear dem thangs clit-clak
Goes in ya through the front, comes out the back

Come and make my night, to talk but hate to fight
Was you a bitch? I was a bitch, it don't go ova night
Man up man up
I you once before motherfucker stand up

All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit

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 gon' make a tear a hole
Right yo' chest, is yo' flesh, I can see yo' soul
You don't wanna do dat, hit you wit a bat
Talkin' all dat shit and I'ma hit you wit da gack

times out da barrel on my .45
Four five equals nine goin' through yo spine
Sit yo ass down hoe, make a you gotta go
Erase you off da map and yo ass at yo own show

Ain't playin' no games wit you lames when it to gangsta shit
Throwin' up my finger, grabbin' on my own dick
Niggaz thank they slick take yo pick, one you want?
Bullets flyin' yo house or goin' straight through yo door

Make yo ass choke wit different of my hand movements
Say dat your a G, in these streets, man you prove in
Next, I see you talkin' talkin' shit
I'ma rearrange yo mouth and put yo ass in a ditch,

All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit

Man up motherfucker, man up
Man up motherfucker, man up
Man up motherfucker, man up
Man up motherfucker, man up

You wanna do dat
You don't do dat
You don't do dat
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