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You don't 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' talkin' 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
Wouldn't on the shit to bring to the table
in they own fantasy somethin' like a fable
Handicap all disabled

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

But ya right, me
But ain't 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' 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

What you at? This ain't no free show
You gon' make me back, hit ya ass in the door
You wanna do dat, hear dem thangs clit-clak
Goes in ya through the front, out through the back

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

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

Now if you keep playin', you gon' make a nigga 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 nigga and hit you wit da gack

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

playin' no games wit you lames when it comes to gangsta shit
Throwin' up my middle finger, on my own dick
Niggaz thank they slick yo pick, which one you want?
Bullets flyin' through yo or goin' straight through yo door

Make yo ass wit different strokes 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 yo mouth and put yo ass in a ditch, bitch

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 wanna do dat
You don't do dat
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