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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 guess this somethin' for the radio
But I'm hot, so I'ma make these muh'fuckas play it
I shine
Nigga make me re-sort to crime
I this ain't somethin' for the radio
That's where they made me go, right to the streets

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

Yea
This is to the G's, the P's, the C's, niggas 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
don't make me re-sort to crime
I guess this ain't somethin' for the
That's where they made me go, right back to the

1982 the year I thru, I saw
Exactly what I been tryna to you, or
You can putcha seatbelt on take ya to
the hood's the arena and the block's the pay-per-view
I'ma New York nigga, but they love me
A soldier, yea...without the military
I'm the flow-er of the year and I rap I ain't rich
We all know the of respect that Banks gets
I'm frost bit, 50 grand on the
It's a quarter a piece, I'm so close I can it
Run up on me, ya hat and ya is blown
Laid out on ya neck, as as a herringbone
All I need is a pitch, a bat and I'm home
Uh, fly ya head out the park soon as ya start
You big as a pound puppy, wit a whole lot of
Ya either half crazy, or gotta whole lot of

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