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[ chorus ]
I do this shit for my thugs
I do this shit for the chicks at the club
I do this shit for the niggas that I love
I do this shit for
on wrapped around my chest
I do it the best, ya heard, I do it the best
Tuck the nine by my spine all the time
Stunt when I want a dead nigga, fuck with mine
y'all miss me, shit I miss you
So sweet, so sure but so low
So just let it all go, serious we sick of this
Dog homie, ask ya kids they put you up on it
Teflon on wrapped around my chest
I do it tha best ya heard I do it tha best
Tuck da nine by my spine all the time
Stunt when I want a dead nigga fuck
(Intro-J and Shaggy) I choke (nope) Hold up. Aight, listen. (Fucking go!) I stab you with an umbrella, and then open it! (Noo!) Cause I'm sick like
[verse 1]
Check that soul in
Tape is rollin
Black don't crack
Where the party at?
Stax, jumpback
Wax them tracks
Barkays cut it live
Like 45s
Strong
better than gold, stax,
Keep it here
Cuttin' them tracks, relax
Pop them fingers, play it barkays
Jumpback baby
Soul gotcha crazy
Cold feet thanks
[Violent J's Intro]
I choke... nope... that's wack hold up.  
I stab you with an umbrella, 
then open it cause I'm sick like a diseased Ethiopean.
shit man
It's fuckin' with her body, now she sick damn
I wanted a big house with the white picket fence and a pool
Who would have ever thought that it
But I'm sick enough to walk into an art gallery and piss on a Picasso
Crack statues, rub my balls on her face, shit on it, and throw it at you
So when
y'all miss me, shit I miss you
So sweet, so sure but so low
So just let it all go, serious we sick of this
Dog homie, ask ya kids they put you up on it
going. 
Ready for the Midwest invasion 
Y'all niggas keep growin g
But know that I know we was saken 
Fuck shit some niggas can't take it, respect
plus I stay dumb high

Whether block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the talk to it
For be	-D-be	, classic '83 type jewelery 
Sport gold nugget, fuck it 
Rugged individual and make a profit from it 
That's why I love it and I get
5 baby mothers
1 live on my block
Shinin' in the club
Chickens showin' love
Cash bubblin' from pimpin' and drugs
He a real pretty cat
He get
block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the talk to it
Down South gon' bounce Crips gon' walk
to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
Whether block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the talk to it
a fiend, you can ask my home team
Before I fell in love with the 'gnac, I puffed green
Always focused and double toasted
When the shit pop off in
It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke
I think I'll up my high by slittin your throat
Push your baby carriage into the street, 'til it's mince meat
Your
move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make
move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make
Showin' off for the bitches, ‘cause I had the mad rep
So I had to watch my back when it was time to step
But my grimies is the grimiest with love for me
shit man
It's fuckin' with her body, now she sick damn
I wanted a big house with the white picket fence and a pool
Who would have ever thought that it
it's sunny
Big papa, they love to rub my tummy
Got the renegade hoes runnin' from me

It's not a thing we can't afford
Walk up in the club
Bitches
ass
China still go ta' work like she be needin' the cash.
Got his name on 'er ankle, real impolite
I made it rain on 'er once an' bitch couldn't say,