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I spit like a jukebox, stay thugged out like 2Pac
Everytime something new drop, it's G shit not
I speak for those who rip glocks, and leave these lips locked
My sell mo' than your, real album ship out
My sell mo' than your, real album ship out
My underground sell mo' than your, real ship out
Slow down or sped up, make you bob your head up
till you fed up, tell you stack your bread up
Falling off you'll never see, got long jeopardy
hits what you get from me, me and Watts like family
And I be damned if we can't do our job, and you bob
I'm signing c.d.'s for you, your niece and your Rob
stay down, jam everything we lay down
If I can't drive to your town, I'll send this shit through

send this shit through
send this shit through

Got boys from Kansas, hollin' how they jam this
From Germany to Japan, they understand this
This ain't no shit, we worldwide bitch
Got Swishahouse and Boss Hogg, in ride trick
They wanna drop like us, and stack a knot us
Can't pay they bills with they skills, so copy us
Some trendsetters, go-getters
Use to be down but shit, now bootleggers

Now they-now bootleggers
Now they-now they