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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 guess ain't somethin' for the radio
But I'm hot, so I'ma make these muh'fuckas play it
I shine
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

My old went to bed, croaked over the liquor
His leaked out, all over a nigga; I love him
He made me harder, made me smarter, I'm young and I'm
Enemy to ya baby father, the one that they
Therefore they'd rather see a nigga plug him, cuz the 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, it's in Mercedes driven
Or the pea Stormer, the color of marijuana
I don't follow rules, I'd do what 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, you're now rockin' wit the boy

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 muh'fuckas play it though
I shine
Nigga don't me re-sort to crime
I guess ain't somethin' for the radio
That's where they made me go, right back to the

the year I came thru, I saw
Exactly what I been show to you, or
You can putcha seatbelt on I'll 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 like I ain't
We all know the kind of respect that 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 flat as a
All I need is a pitch, a bat and I'm home
Uh, I'll fly ya head out the soon as ya start
You big as a pound puppy, wit a lot of bark
Ya either half crazy, or gotta lot of heart

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 play it though
I shine
don't make me re-sort to crime
I this ain't somethin' for the radio
That's where made me go, right back to the street