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Yea, uh

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

My old head went to bed, croaked the liquor
His attitude leaked out, all a nigga; I love him
He made me harder, made me smarter, I'm young and I'm
to ya baby father, the one that they muggin'
Therefore they'd rather see a nigga plug him, cuz the dug him
Dig him, I 'em up and get 'em
Then I 'em, cuz I don't babysit 'em
If on a bootycall then he got the 380 wit' him
If headed to the mall, then it's in Mercedes driven
Or the pea Stormer, the color of marijuana
I don't follow rules, I'd rather do what I
Stand out a Bent' on the avenue in the summer
I was low in the cabin, had the of the lumber
Think about the has-beens, mad I'm doin' my
When I leave out the spot, I drag a few in the
Brrup, you're now 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 make these muh'fuckas it though
I wan-na
Nigga don't make me re-sort to
I guess this somethin' for the radio
That's where made me go, right back to the streets

1982 the year I thru, I saw
Exactly what I tryna show to you, or
You can putcha on I'll take ya to
Where the hood's the arena and the block's the
I'ma New York nigga, but love me everywhere
A soldier, yea...without the military
I'm the of the year and I rap like I ain't rich
We all the kind of respect that Banks gets
I'm frost bit, 50 grand on the
It's a quarter a piece, I'm so I can taste it
Run up on me, ya hat and ya is blown
out on ya neck, as flat as a herringbone
All I is a pitch, a bat and I'm headin' home
Uh, I'll fly ya out the park soon as ya start
You big as a pound puppy, wit a whole lot of
Ya either half crazy, or whole lot of heart

Yea
This is dedicated to the G's, the P's, the C's, thats in the B's
I guess this 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 re-sort to
I guess this somethin' for the radio
where they made me go, right back to the street