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what's up and answer any question I'm askin' Grab the fo' and hitcha block up lookin' for action It's young Livio, who you know fuckin' wit him? You tryna
to back flows You know, I do whatever to get the cash flow Bust and mash fo' eights in the slab ho Southern distributer, narcotic deliverer This shit I be
Change your name and relocate the menthous The only way they know who you is, is by the dentist (Hook 1) (Hook 2) [Dogmatic] Fo' real, I'm the first
actin tough like gung ho Pull the gun like bums now - COME OUT YOUR CLOTHES YO What'chu think the flo' is fo'? So you can fall when I throw blows
reason why East coast, to the Westside Midwest to the South we tiiight That's fo'sho yo please believe I'ma stay bein me ain't no changin me Like, Trick
Placenta crackin it's crisis Kosovo tae-bo flow blow out the fo' World trauma, who got the virus? Pearl Harbour casino classic free loader Weed smokin
than grinding So yeah, now you bitch niggaz know What E.S.G. stand fo', that's my motherfucking intro Nigga Know I'm saying, E.S.G. A legend in
lane It's hard as hell when you tryin to make you got this jealous arse bitch Better watch your back fo they up their gat and it leave your shit split
of mine, Poo Johnson My love baby, this for you [Pop Da Brown Hornet] A childhood friend of mine, was shot to death I visioned his body, fo' they lay
on shows Rolex rockin' them hoes Knockin' on my door lookin' fo yo bitch I put the glock to your nose I'm juss a thousandaire But pretty soon I plan to be
me some bad chicks, hungry fo dick so I'ma feed 'em We some fools off the cool Gone off Xtacy and mushrooms in the room I can do it slow, or I can
See I made this shit fo' them niggaz who roll, like Tony Montana out control. From the D-E-are-T-are-O-I-T can't no nigga out there fuck wit' me. I'm
home I got game for hoes and major dough 'Cause got a chick got in a minute like what da fuck is you pagin fo' Steady tellin me that you in love
advise You type of guys should revitalize Your man power, I sabotage the fire flys With a dope rhyme Take control of your soul Grab a fourty fo' for
it was more then what i was lookin fo cause as soon as i was coming in i headed right out the door late night rendezvous with you know
I'm bailin' in the K-see Khakis low - slangin' llello K's up - I'm gone off the endo "What's up big brother 'cause? You Slob nigga tried to get me fo
outta sight) So fee fi fo fum Look out baby 'cause here I come And I'm bringing you a love that's true so get ready So get ready I'm gonna try
it slow not here to critize The last man brother for fo sho' it's time You know baby space ain't hard to find And eventually you gonna want yours
but I'm grabbin' and tossin' Comin' too, still new, but I'm lookin' fo' shoes to rock wit' it Get the tightest jeans, Gucci the theme, lock wit' it
outta sight) So fee fi fo fum Look out baby 'cause here I come And I'm bringing you a love that's true so get ready So get ready I'm gonna try
Maan!! Them hatin' ass niggaz they be dead like Maan!! Moe comin' down drank I dun spread like Maan!! Comin' down real 4 my Texas fo' squash plexin' Bought
Get on down get on down, get on down get on down Now I got mad honeys pagin me, 1 fo 3 On my frequency but she don't know me Hoes n shows, but
way Verse One: Uhh, I remember trampin, late at the sto' Had no idea, what I was in fo' Just me and my nigga, supplyin fiends Broke as hell, we're
trump that nigga Made you grab the fo'-pound and, slump that nigga Cause he thought you was richer, came and took me out the hole in the wall, behind
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