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

All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that
talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that 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

Now eve'body wanna fuckin' they 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
'Cause ain't nobody fuckin' wit the producer
Coreleone, Trill representatives
Fuck Don P Man some of too sensitive

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

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

All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' 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

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

Come and make my night, 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 once before stand up

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 if you niggaz keep playin', you gon' make a tear a hole
Right yo' chest, is yo' flesh, I can see yo' soul
You wanna do dat, I'ma hit you wit a bat
Talkin' all dat shit nigga and I'ma hit you wit da

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

Ain't no games wit you lames when it comes to gangsta shit
Throwin' up my finger, grabbin' on my own dick
Niggaz thank 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 these streets, man you 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' 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

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