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By the time this song is done I'm gon' be sick of it, mute it
By the time you come around I wont wan' hear from ya, screw ya
By the time I'm ready

G			C		Em			D
Believe believe in heart (I do) that’s a very fine place to start
G		   C			Em			C
Say hey (HEY) say ohh (OH) gotta tell the world let

fussin, might find dirt on em like dustin
Kinda like Wi-Fi, my line bussin
Oh you wanna fight my side, better hide my guys comin
Big boy on the scene

a nigga
Melanin scheme is telling 'em squeeze
Shell an MC to breeze
Ease G', tell like Aviv
Felony three on melody schemes
They selling them dreams dMX is

sendin' this bitch to the moon
We shoot them boys fast, say, "Give 'em a broom" (damn)
This one for Patoon (boom)
If you ain't see his ass, you'll see

Takin' up all that slack right
So tell me where can I find him
With they playas and that candy
Cadillac right behind em

Hooker's tellin' me 'C' you so

Rickey
Uh, Talk to me talk to me talk to me
Ol big fine ahh, tryna tell you yeah
Look, Aight bet so you see me riding in all by myself
I been riding

(Baow, baow, baow)
We gon' spin that shit, get
To V, and he dead
Got that little boy thinkin' like what he saw
(Grrt, grrt)
He lyin' what happened, tell

the balancers, anyway
I had a good day
Lil mama just hit for a thirty K
The plug just sent 'em right from the bay
You know that I caught 'em, I sold 'em
They

Stomp of King Porter

The Manhattan Transfer

Swing

1997

Gather roun' 'n hear my story
Oh boy
'Bout the time when Jelly Roll was in town
(Stompin' it off, stompin' it off)
He heard a local pianist

What joy

make it rain
Yeah why
Buy me trips on a plane
Yeah why
Can you by a diamond ring
Yeah why
Can you do the damn thing
Yeah why
Can you make it bounce
Yeah

chain 
Big watch 
Dope boy 
Trap spot

I'm dripping this sauce on these folks like I'm knuckles
These shoes that I'm in called buscemi dont scuff em

Put

Thirteen, I was a thug, selling drugs
Many people thought I flipped my wig
Sorta bugged but I shrugged 'em off
Like who cares what they say?
They was

around it's
Going down like bitches (Ow)
Tell the dope boys, "Come holla at my crew"
(O oh)
Deep throat 'em, make 'em say "Yabadabadoo"
(O oh) rockin' door

yea
Yea yea
Grew up with the gang
Bunch of renegades
I come from the ghetto
But I ain't living there
Did some phenomena
That boy he a menace
Can tell by

it
Let my god faher turn ya problem to a blessing
I know its hard to swallow cuz they hurt you and they reckless
Tell em i'll holla see you later
I'm

That mean I live by the beach
Sand on the welcome mat, flyer than a Falcon
Black tires, black rims, just to help 'em look good
In the summer, my car

with them bricks saying
I got nothing on 'em look at the jack boys
Let 'em run up on 'em
And I be dumping on 'em
Yeah, I got something for 'em
Glock

that rental back
Couple hundred, tint it black
Tryna make a mil in it
I'ma let 'em shuffle when I cut it
Got to deal with it when I got it
Put my homies

Doing all the same stuff beside your boy
By the time I stepped through the door
I just wanna really tell you how I feel
Nobody else wants to keep it real

oh yeah,
oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Tell Em I Am BOSS
I'm in my mid 20s, everything is out to get me
The way the world has change these

(Let me talk to em)
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm (Mmm mmm)
Aye pussc boy tell yo bitch to stop watching me (Watching me)
On there telling lies they be cappin all

(in my, in my)
Hot fire, got the city going up (shit is hot)
You can't roll around unless you one of us
Tell 'em, bad boys, we don't really got

It'll be doubled by the morning
Pasadena, California
Bout to put the city on
'til the fucking city on

What a shame
You boys nothing, but bosses