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Yea, uh

Yea
This is dedicated to the G's, the P's, the C's, thats in the B's
I this ain't somethin' for the radio
But I'm hot, so I'ma these muh'fuckas play it though
I shine
Nigga don't make me re-sort to
I guess this somethin' for the radio
That's where they me go, right back to the streets

My old head went to bed, croaked over the
His attitude leaked out, all over a I love him
He made me harder, me smarter, I'm young and I'm thuggin'
Enemy to ya baby father, the one that they
Therefore they'd see a nigga plug him, cuz the hoes dug him
Dig him, I 'em up and get 'em
Then I forget 'em, cuz I babysit 'em
If he's on a then he got the 380 wit' him
If he's headed to the mall, then it's in driven
Or the pea green Stormer, the color of
I don't follow rules, I'd rather do I wanna
out like a Bent' on the avenue in the summer
I was low in the cabin, had the view of the
Think about the has-beens, mad I'm my number
When I leave out the spot, I a few in the Humber
Brrup, now rockin' wit the boy wonder

Yea
This is dedicated to the G's, the P's, the C's, thats in the B's
I guess this ain't somethin' for the
But I'm hot, so I'ma these muh'fuckas play it though
I shine
Nigga don't make me to crime
I guess this somethin' for the radio
That's where they made me go, right back to the

1982 the I came thru, I saw
Exactly what I been tryna to you, or
You can putcha seatbelt on take ya to
Where the the arena and the block's the pay-per-view
I'ma New York nigga, but they love me
A soldier, yea...without the gear
I'm the flow-er of the year and I rap like I rich
We all know the kind of respect that Banks
I'm frost bit, 50 on the bracelet
It's a a piece, I'm so close I can taste it
Run up on me, ya hat and ya head is
Laid out on ya neck, as flat as a
All I is a pitch, a bat and I'm headin' home
Uh, fly ya head out the park soon as ya start
You big as a puppy, wit a whole lot of bark
Ya either crazy, or gotta whole lot of heart

Yea
is dedicated to the G's, the P's, the C's, niggas thats in the B's
I guess ain't somethin' for the radio
But I'm hot, so I'ma make these muh'fuckas play it
I wan-na
Nigga don't make me to crime
I guess this ain't for the radio
That's where they made me go, back to the street