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[Mr. Man (Boobonic)]
"Ayyo, let me y'all somethin'. We ball like the ballers ball,
("We ball.") pimp the pimpers 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. Keep
I'm the type 'get in the whip, won't swerve'
In the winter rock boots, long furs
Usually if I shot at you niggas, we had
Aim might be off a little, bad nerves
Mister, a step above like curbs
M-R D-O-T, nasty
Price it but ain' gon' cop? 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 leave you down, dead on your dashboard
Sixteen shots in your front left
then I off, wipe my fingerprints off
Rob pass the creep. Man, that get tossed
ketchup/catch-up got you lost on the sauce
You ain't nothin' but crack, I all raw
like them cars you saw bounce on
Tell them in your Hood the same goes 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
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

Yo, again Boobonic. Shit, I leave a thug wet
Trust me I tell ya, you ain't seen blood yet
Layin' on the deck, pressure gettin' low
and it's fucked up because you was gettin' dough
'Young boy, who you to?' Then I bust him
Sonny, talkin' to C. I love you but trust you
me and Mister, 's like A.C. and O.J.:
everybody know we all that all day
Tell ya again, don't wit' A. Jones,
kill you while you talkin' to 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 think that I'm outta my mind
I'm out in the streets without the nine
Come on, use your brain I put 'em on the floor
One shot, I bet you walk no more
why, you went sick-up crazy
Now your mom top of you like 'Get up, baby!'
But not today, he and that's that
I'ma put it on wax in and that's rap
Let it go. Uh. Man, Boobonic
Uh. You ready, nigga

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
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

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

You can me in your bitch ear sayin' I'm fuckin' nice
at the bar. Cristal and a of ice
You can catch a lookin' at me, mad 'cause I'm eatin'
crack on my bitch just to tell her I'm cheatin'. ("Sucka.")
I talk that shit and it like beat cops
'Bonic all over it soon as the beat
It's Most Wanted; them niggas that got the hot,
all y'all niggas that pray that we flop
Shit I spit,
Out in Cali in a tippin' richter scales. ("Get it?")
The new lever, did more than you
Real niggas hate when we spill, we too

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask kinfolk
Don't do the same dumb shit 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
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
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 same dumb that 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 go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the 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.