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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. Keep
I'm the type 'get head in the whip, won't
In the winter rock Timberland boots, long
Usually if I at you niggas, we had words
Aim be off a little, it's bad nerves
Mister, a above like street curbs
M-R D-O-T, nasty
Price it but ain' gon' 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
Sixteen in your front left door
then I off, wipe my fingerprints off
Rob the creep. Man, that scene get tossed
Playin' got you lost on the sauce
You nothin' but crack, I supply all raw
them cars you saw bounce on Crenshaw
Tell them Boyz in your Hood the goes for y'all. What?!

That's how the go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
do the same 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
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

Yo, again it's Boobonic. Shit, I leave a wet
Trust me I tell ya, you ain't seen blood yet
Layin' on the deck, blood pressure low
and it's fucked up you was never 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 about 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 mask outta ya and get low
I don't see you you talk? That's invisible threats
See Boo iced out in sets
Niggas must think that I'm 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
I'ma put it on wax in fact and rap
Let it go. Uh. Mister Man,
Uh. You ain't ready,

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

You can catch me in your ear sayin' I'm fuckin' nice
at the bar. and a bucket of ice
You can catch a 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
all over it soon as the beat drops
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 four-point-six tippin' scales. ("Get it?")
The new lever, did more you ever
Real hate when we spill, we too clever

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