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You see me, you that I'm on my Deen
to get down anytime by any means
Known to be OT, on any scene
And all about the paper, we stackin up plenty
From my city to your city, all the same
These hoes disrespectin, callin you out your name
These niggaz lookin for work, there's guarantee to
Put they up in they sock, then head out to the block
These snitches G uniforms to blend in
Yeah we know you one of the ones Feds gon' in
Got caught, out of town, at a dime
So you give other niggaz ya time
And here's the new plan, they cut the dope way you can
By the time you get it, you like the fuck to do man?
You better be a certified
Or your whole sellers fittin to go left to the
And niggaz ain't got receipts so
They to try to sleep yo ass on the d-low
Ridin Deebo, comin like Carter
You like Marsellus Wallace, we roll harder
Start a and we bring it to the end
So a memo motherfucker, send it to a friend
Then it to your kin or whoever care
'Cause when we come, we takin out whoever
Yeah, talk, this is real nigga attitude
Bring it your face, give me and latitude
Better me some gratitude
Or I'm a show you why God himself ain't never made a badder
Then the one in front of you
Bitch you know what I'm a do and don't call me B, Mr. Bun to you
Motherfucker fix ya
The next time you call a bamma, you better have a hammer
And I ain't talkin 'bout all nail shit
I'm talkin 'bout poppin off and makin you bail shit
We like Amtrak cross country
You bitch? Then come in front and try to chump me
Ah shit, ding, ding the bell
That's the sign that ya bitch ass is fittin to a L
give it to ya homeboy, take it for yourself
And I give it to ya, you can take it and tell
And put in on ya Facebook
And let your friends see, how a nigga took y'all and shook y'all
Stompin like a nigga that's ten tall
But don't trip it's a friendly game of football
Hold up and I'm the Bowl quarterback
But yo ass? You ain't even much a starter jack
Go ahead and ya team to the showers
When we done with the bitch, you can have ours
'Cause we packin power
And bound to make ya stop, drop and roll like the fuckin Twin
Hours on the clock goin by seconds
When you in the middle of a chin check and I it
real live thugs at my beck and call
They won't find no trouble y'all
So you bound to fall, somebody "timber!"
You fuckin with the down South King, me Simba
And remember, who the fuck ya to
Or you'll see the pearly gates you'll be through, fool