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Yea, uh

Yea
This is to the G's, the P's, the C's, niggas thats in the B's
I this 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 make me to crime
I guess ain't somethin' for the radio
where they made me go, right back to the streets

My old head to bed, croaked over the liquor
His attitude out, all over a nigga; I love him
He made me harder, me smarter, I'm young and I'm thuggin'
Enemy to ya baby father, the one that muggin'
Therefore they'd rather see a nigga plug him, cuz the dug him
Dig him, I 'em up and get 'em
I forget 'em, cuz I don't babysit 'em
If he's on a bootycall then he got the 380 him
If he's headed to the mall, then in Mercedes driven
Or the pea green Stormer, the of marijuana
I don't 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
about the has-beens, mad I'm doin' my number
When I leave out the spot, I drag a few in the
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 this ain't somethin' for the radio
But I'm hot, so I'ma make these muh'fuckas it though
I wan-na
Nigga don't make me to crime
I guess ain't somethin' for the radio
That's where they me go, right back to the streets

1982 the I came thru, I saw
Exactly what I been show 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 me everywhere
A soldier, yea...without the military
I'm the flow-er of the year and I rap like I ain't
We all know the kind of respect Banks gets
I'm bit, 50 grand on the bracelet
a quarter a piece, I'm so close I can taste it
Run up on me, ya hat and ya is blown
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 pound puppy, wit a whole lot of
Ya either half crazy, or gotta lot of heart

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