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[Mr. Man (Boobonic)]
"Ayyo, let me tell y'all somethin'. We ball like the ball,
("We ball.") pimp like the pimpers ("We pimps.")
and when we want, we can take the takers take.
("You want drugs?") Southwest, we get down.
("That's right.") What. Ayyo, it."

Ay, for the most part, I'm smart. Keep
I'm the type 'get head in the whip, won't
In the winter rock boots, long furs
Usually if I shot at you niggas, we had
Aim be off a little, it's bad nerves
Mister, a step above like street
M-R D-O-T, nasty
Price it but ain' cop? Don't ask me
Hot as the drop. Cold, my top
You really think I'm grown? Kidnap me
Uh, is all I ask for
Wit' no problem, spray Accord
I you face down, dead on your dashboard
shots in your front left door
then I off, wipe my fingerprints off
Rob pass the creep. Man, that get tossed
Playin' ketchup/catch-up got you on the sauce
You ain't but crack, I supply all raw
like them you saw bounce on Crenshaw
Tell them Boyz in your Hood the same for y'all. What?!

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your
Don't do the same dumb that got him smoked
Man, you it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, let it go
That's how the game go. blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the same dumb that got him smoked
Man, you know real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, let it go

Yo, again it's Boobonic. Shit, I leave a wet
me when I tell ya, you ain't seen blood yet
Layin' on the deck, blood pressure low
and it's fucked up because you was gettin' dough
'Young boy, who you talkin' to?' Then I him
Sonny, to C. I love you but can't trust you
me and Mister, 's like A.C. and O.J.:
everybody know we all that all day
Tell ya again, fuck wit' A. Jones,
kill you you talkin' to broads on pay phones
Sick flow, I how to get dough. ("Yeah.")
Ski mask ya house and get low
I see you when you talk? That's invisible threats
See Boo iced out in invisible
Niggas must that I'm outta my mind
I'm out in the streets without the nine
Come on, use brain before I put 'em on the floor
One shot, I bet you won't no more
why, you went sick-up crazy
Now your mom over top of you 'Get up, baby!'
But not today, he gone and that
put it on wax in fact and that's rap
Let it go. Uh. Mister Man,
Uh. You ready, nigga

That's how the go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the same dumb shit that got him
Man, you know it's when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, let it go
That's how the go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the same dumb shit that got him
Man, you know it's real the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, let it go

[Mr.
Who keep the hot block? ("Mister.") Hot ("Mister.")
Call the cops tryin' to on... ("Mister.")
Big ("Mister.") Nice whips? ("Mister.")
Big dick? ("Mister.") yo' sister
Bitch you call, she to talk about Mister
time, thinkin' it was all about rap
knowin' I'ma playa. How the you think that?
Compare a of raw to an ounce just of crack

You can catch me in your ear sayin' I'm fuckin' nice
at the bar. Cristal and a of ice
You can catch a nigga lookin' at me, mad 'cause I'm
Type: on my bitch just to tell her I'm cheatin'. ("Sucka.")
I talk that shit and it like beat cops
'Bonic all it soon as the beat drops
It's Most them niggas that got the street hot,
crushin' all y'all niggas that that we flop
Shit I spit,
Out in Cali in a four-point-six richter scales. ("Get it?")
The new lever, did than you ever
niggas hate when we spill, we too clever

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask kinfolk
Don't do the same shit that got him smoked
Man, you know it's real the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, let it go
how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the same dumb shit got him smoked
Man, you know real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, let it go
how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you know real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, let it go
how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the same shit that got him smoked
Man, you know it's when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, let it go
That's how the game go. Young blood, ask kinfolk
Don't do the dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you it's real when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, let it go.