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You wanna do dat
You wanna do dat
You wanna do dat

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

I shut 'em down, a computer
'Cause nobody fuckin' wit the super producer
Coreleone, Trill representatives
Fuck Don P Man of y'all too sensitive

But ya right, me
But ain't day you gon' touch me
Talkin' 'bout, Don P, why you
Man you to chill out get to the money

I already got it and I'ma nigga
I handle all my besides
I'm all respectin'
I'ma man, 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' that shit

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 no free show
You make me cock back, hit ya ass in the door
You don't wanna do dat, hear dem thangs
Goes in ya the front, comes out through the back

Come and my night, love to talk but hate to fight
Was you a bitch? I was a bitch, it go away ova night
Man up man up
I told you before motherfucker stand up

All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' 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 playin', you gon' make a nigga tear a hole
Right through yo' chest, is yo' flesh, I can see yo'
You don't do dat, I'ma hit you wit a bat
Talkin' all dat shit and I'ma hit you wit da gack

Seventeen times out da on my .45
Four plus five equals goin' through yo spine
Sit yo ass down hoe, a move you gotta go
Erase you off da map and beat yo ass at yo own

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

Make yo ass choke wit different of my hand movements
Say dat a G, in these streets, man you gotta prove in
Next, time I see you 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' that
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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