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

Ay, for the most part, I'm smart. birds
I'm the type head in the whip, won't swerve'
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 step above like curbs
M-R D-O-T, nasty
Price it but ain' gon' Don't ask me
Hot as the drop. Cold, my top
You don't really think I'm grown? me
Uh, is all I ask for
Wit' no problem, spray your
I leave you face down, dead on your
Sixteen shots in your front door
then I spent off, wipe my off
Rob pass the creep. Man, that scene get
Playin' ketchup/catch-up got you on the sauce
You ain't but crack, I supply all raw
them cars you saw bounce on Crenshaw
Tell them Boyz in Hood the same goes for y'all. What?!

That's how the game go. Young blood, ask kinfolk
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
how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolk
Don't do the same dumb that got him smoked
Man, you know it's real 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 I tell ya, you ain't seen blood yet
Layin' on the deck, pressure gettin' low
and it's fucked up because you was never dough
'Young boy, who you talkin' Then I bust 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 about all day
ya again, don't fuck wit' A. Jones,
kill you while you talkin' to broads on pay
Sick flow, I how to get dough. ("Yeah.")
Ski outta ya house and get low
I don't see you you talk? That's invisible threats
See Boo iced out in sets
must think that I'm outta my mind
like I'm out in the without the nine
Come on, use your before I put 'em on the floor
One shot, I bet you walk no more
Reason why, you sick-up crazy
Now your mom top of you like '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 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 it's real when 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.") Fuck yo'
you call, she call to talk about Mister
Whole time, thinkin' it was all rap
I'ma playa. How the fuck you think that?
Compare a of raw to an ounce just of crack

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: on my bitch just to tell her I'm cheatin'. ("Sucka.")
I talk that shit and walk it beat cops
'Bonic all over it soon as the drops
Most Wanted; them niggas that got the street hot,
crushin' all y'all niggas that that we flop
I spit, well
Out in Cali in a tippin' richter scales. ("Get it?")
The new lever, did more you ever
Real hate when we spill, we too clever

That's how the game go. 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
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. 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
do the same dumb shit 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
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.