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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 this ain't somethin' for the
But I'm hot, so make these muh'fuckas play it though
I wan-na
don't make me re-sort to crime
I guess ain't somethin' for the radio
where they made me go, right back to the streets

My old head went to bed, over the liquor
His attitude leaked out, all over a nigga; I him
He made me harder, made me smarter, I'm young and I'm
Enemy to ya father, the one that they muggin'
Therefore they'd rather see a 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 bootycall he got the 380 wit' him
If he's headed to the mall, then it's in driven
Or the pea Stormer, the color of marijuana
I don't rules, I'd rather do what I wanna
Stand out 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, 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
Nigga don't me re-sort to crime
I this ain't somethin' for the radio
That's they made me go, right back to the streets

1982 the year I thru, I saw
Exactly I been tryna show to you, or
You can putcha seatbelt on take ya to
Where the hood's the arena and the block's the
New York nigga, but they love me everywhere
A soldier, yea...without the gear
I'm the flow-er of the and I rap like I ain't rich
We all know the kind of that Banks gets
I'm frost bit, 50 grand on the
It's a a piece, I'm so close 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 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 puppy, wit a whole lot of bark
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 ain't somethin' for the
But I'm hot, so I'ma these muh'fuckas play it though
I wan-na
Nigga don't make me to crime
I guess this somethin' for the radio
That's where they made me go, right to the street