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I spit hits 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 haters locked
My underground sell mo' than your, real album out
My underground sell mo' your, real album ship out
My underground mo' than your, real album ship out
Slow or sped up, I'll make you bob your head up
Hustle you fed up, tell you stack your bread up
Falling off you'll never see, Slim got jeopardy
Real hits what you get from me, me and like family
And I be damned if we do our job, and make you bob
I'm signing c.d.'s for you, your and your Uncle Rob
Saying stay down, jam we lay down
If I can't drive to your town, I'll send this through Greyhound

send this through Greyhound
send this shit through

Got from Kansas, hollin' bout how they jam this
From Germany to Japan, they can't this
This no local shit, we worldwide bitch
Got Swishahouse and Hogg, in your ride trick
They wanna drop like us, and a knot like us
Can't pay they bills with skills, so they copy us
Some trendsetters, some
Use to be but shit, now they bootleggers

Now they-now they
Now they-now bootleggers