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and what about Tupac 
my little brother see-Murder went to jail with AP-9 and two glocks
this ghetto got me trapped these fiends drivin' me crazy 
I'm
I'm a bust my shit 
Scary niggas in your click ain't prepare for this 
Double eye slugs and twelve gauge think this 
Hit em with the AP 9 or the M 1
and what about Tupac 
my little brother see-Murder went to jail with AP-9 and two glocks
this ghetto got me trapped these fiends drivin' me crazy 
I'm
never phony, that bitch (?)

I'm bringin' it to em like this, Mob Figgas, real niggas down to kill niggas 
Five niggas, live niggas, lick and do
???? ???? California, I'm best ta warn ya you'll end up like Freddy 
Fuckin' with my 'fetti, we mobbin' three-deep in Chevy 
AP-9, Bo and I rider, we
to make that mail
Day by day livin'
An nobody don't want no static
A-P 9 in the attic
Five stripes, I'm wreckin' traffic
Pullin' a G daily
Watch how I
I smoke my bud by ounce - at least in downtown
can't even holla with something, see I done lived it now
These niggas thinkin I owe 'em, when I don't
splitter, put one in ya
To the woods to ? your body
Right ? by the two of ya, tie the noose knot tight
But my niggas ain't fuckin' the ?, tell 'em not to bang
yeah, brang one of ya cute partnas along 
Because I'm only 25, and still going live 
I got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside 
I wake up
brang the noise now we can play wit some thangs
but I bet you they won't be toys
bitch you'll get destroyed boi boi
now yous a goner take it how you want
[Chorus]
You must be used to all the finer things
Infatuated by what money brangs
It seems to me you hoes will never change
So all that's left is for us
dis shit 
yea do Triple 6 
brang it real 
real 
mutafuka down to pack a steal 
still i fuck a fly 
I pac a real 
real on da mic 
like Evander Holyfeild
person
Don't even try it

Vaboom, he's back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head jerk
Make'em bang-bang
Make'em all move
Do
em by your copper
In the new phantom, phantom is a dropper
Cash I got a lot you mad cuz you are not the talk up in the streets
And mad cuz you are
yeah, brang one of ya cute partnas along 
Because I'm only 25, and still going live 
I got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside 
I wake up
yeah, brang one of ya cute partnas along 
Because I'm only 25, and still going live 
I got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside 
I wake up
yeah, brang one of ya cute partnas along 
Because I'm only 25, and still going live 
I got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside 
I wake up
life
or even worse 
it could be three O'clock, on a Sunday by church
yo' brains might have to burst
you shouldn't have fucked with me first
since
Rag swangin', gang bangin' nigga brang it at me

Eastsider, Ruff Ryder loved by the masses
We the niggas holla out the set when we blastin'
Insane
know what you're doing before you do it 

Got an outside plan, but in the end you're looking stupid 

Huh, yeah 

'Cause Dangerous Dame got 'em
keep it playa mane
Or we grind our wrists and keep it playa mane
Or you can scram cocksuck if you a hater mane
I keep 'em ladies going uh-uh-uh,
to mack
That's why I got a hoe in the back, blowin my sac
Got good game, that's a hood thang
What'd you brang, loot or poo-tang?
Let 'em all bang, run
First Verse [B.G.]

Is you bout what I brang nigga?
Biggety-bang nigga?
Get it through your head before I let it rang nigga
Whoa nigga, you ain't
to run with
The dumbest, ain`t nothin` these cats get game from
It`s the verbal verdict
It`s venom, I`m dissin` `em by the hundreds
Train gas, tryin`
you came to hang, well i bet
4, or 5 crooks are here, we brang sweat
Smokin till you caint get no higher
If the twins in your city its gonna be