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G.O.D!

I'm of ya'll I'm scared of ya'll I'm scared of ya'll... (quiet)

Yo, little girls singin a song hoes sing
Ya'll need lower back tattos, toe
Eye brows arched, pierced the whole thing
Who, oh-no, low blows, to the king
I sold blow some thug things, I'm a
I run a drug ring can't put it on yah
I wasn't born a singer, but let the storm just
I'm the muslim new york, I'm mortis stringer
Off ice, but on ice, the money
pay attention, fiends still got the funny pills
I'm glocked up, yah chest I red dot up
You can taste it, test it, it I got the best product baby
I'm a hustler used god done gave me
Know them cop cars you can un mark-em
they mark-em crazy, keep yah gaurd up lazy
Had run ins with the atf, marks, and

Man I might just quit you know the sick?
When go to court to snitch, on michael vick?
I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll, I'm of ya'll

Ay yo! some lean, I land the lar
A 100 grand here
Crystal pets dogs, cats, bears
Liqour, came up here off the chandaler
But baby we're standin here
go another rant a year
Said cam thts the ocean and the sand there?
I looked at her and like, you damn right there
Mah you drunk too much, yah drink here and
I the public but I don't need the fan fare
I read the fan mail it help me hustle when I'm tryna make this damn
Or even pay my man
I'm and jill kept the water in the tan pail
Fuck told my teacher that I can't fail
in the club sippin on champell, can't tell
Wire on tapein on the held
you cross the street you need your hand held
Before you get hit, I sick, whip dip

Man I just quit you know the cycles sick?
When they go to court to snitch, on vick?
I'm scared of ya'll, I'm of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll

get your rifles, my rivals, don't want no rivalry
Hand on the baby boy, I ain't yah idol b?
You don't idol me? shit why you
No rims o.t I'm on the michelin
I'm tryna get them dividends, a 100, 000 kid a
If the edition is Michael Biv and them
I might get rid of them the site I revist in
Pets as my neighbors, I'm a lower citizen
Shit, I wish the lord could fin my prison
To fly to comply, we was on a mission
Vision girls use to call us the men
we was cookin more then them whip it whip it in
Let the shit begin, we get it how we it in,
The shipment, they shippin, sittin, right there on the ship, my friend
Baby boy when you coppin coke, alot to rope
I'm a slicker, that can knock a boat

Man I might just quit you know the sick?
When they go to court to snitch, on vick?
I'm scared of ya'll, I'm of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll