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[Mr. Man (Boobonic)]
"Ayyo, let me y'all somethin'. We ball like the ballers ball,
("We ball.") pimp like the pimp; ("We pimps.")
and when we want, we can take 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. birds
I'm the type 'get head in the whip, swerve'
In the winter rock boots, long furs
Usually if I shot at you niggas, we had
Aim might be off a little, it's bad
Mister, a step above like street
M-R D-O-T, somethin'
it but ain' gon' 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, spray your
I leave you down, dead on your dashboard
Sixteen shots in front left door
then I spent off, 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 cars you saw on Crenshaw
Tell Boyz in your Hood the same goes for y'all. What?!

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask kinfolk
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
how the game go. Young 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

Yo, again it's Boobonic. Shit, I a thug wet
Trust me when I ya, you ain't seen blood yet
Layin' on the deck, blood gettin' low
and it's fucked up because you was gettin' dough
boy, who you talkin' to?' Then I bust him
Sonny, talkin' to C. I love you but can't you
It's me and Mister, 's A.C. and O.J.:
everybody know we all that all day
Tell ya again, don't wit' A. Jones,
kill you you talkin' to broads on pay phones
flow, I know how to get dough. ("Yeah.")
Ski outta ya house and get low
I don't see you when you talk? invisible threats
See Boo iced out in sets
Niggas must think I'm outta my mind
like I'm out in the streets without the
Come on, use 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 like up, baby!'
But not today, he gone and that's
put it on wax in fact and that's rap
Let it go. Uh. Man, Boobonic
Uh. You ready, nigga

That's how the game go. blood, ask your kinfolk
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 game go. Young blood, ask your
do the same dumb shit that got him smoked
Man, you know it's when the gun go. (Gun shot)
Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, let it go

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

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

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask your
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
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
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 real 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 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 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.