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

Ay, for the most part, I'm smart. Keep
I'm the 'get head in the whip, won't swerve'
In the winter Timberland boots, long furs
if I shot at you niggas, we had words
Aim might be off a little, bad nerves
Mister, a above like street curbs
M-R D-O-T, nasty
Price it but ain' cop? Don't ask me
Hot as the drop. Cold, my top
You don't really think I'm Kidnap me
Uh, is all I ask for
Wit' no problem, your Accord
I leave you face down, dead on dashboard
Sixteen in your front left door
then I spent off, wipe my off
Rob pass the creep. Man, scene get tossed
Playin' got you lost on the sauce
You ain't but crack, I supply all raw
like cars you saw bounce on Crenshaw
Tell them in your Hood the same goes for y'all. What?!

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

Yo, again it's Boobonic. Shit, I a thug wet
me when I tell ya, you ain't seen blood yet
Layin' on the deck, blood gettin' low
and it's fucked up because you was never gettin'
boy, who you talkin' to?' Then I bust him
Sonny, talkin' to C. I you but can't trust you
It's me and Mister, 's A.C. and O.J.:
everybody know we all about 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 outta ya house and get low
I don't see you when you talk? That's invisible
See Boo iced out in invisible
Niggas think that I'm outta my mind
like I'm out in the streets the nine
on, use your brain before I put 'em on the floor
One shot, I bet you walk no more
Reason why, you sick-up crazy
Now your mom over top of you 'Get up, baby!'
But not today, he gone and that's
put it on wax in fact and that's rap
Let it go. Uh. Mister Man,
Uh. You ready, nigga

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

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

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

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