B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh Beat Novocaine, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done Yeah, When I cop it's 4 doors I'm too big for a coupe nigga And when I go to war I don't get shot I just shoot niggas And I don't trust a nigga far as I could saw him Even though I'm feeling strong enough or probably can roof niggas Yeah, ya boy back in the booth nigga I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice nigga I beat the case so it's off the pursuits Back in fatigues, black tees and Timberland boots nigga The year is new I want my spot back Take 2, matter fact take the whole clip Who you know could fly by '05 then '06 When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy Yeah, You know I still f*ck with State P Still f*ck with Dame Dash still f*ck with Jay-Z Still, real still recognize real I still feel it in the air we still kill at will [Chorus] Now first Pac got caught Then Big clock stop Now something going on with the Roc I'm hearing shit about a breakup The shit people make up I'm like damn, when will it stop Jay and Dame ain't speaking Game and 50 Cent beefing Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked I'm hearing all this from the jail While I'm sitting in my cell And I'm waiting on some mail from the prof Uh, Yo You got a hole in you and you bleeding So it's not like I'm just calling you pussy for no reason Me I'm a bastard I hit the blunts 'til I gotta cough then I pass 'em Exhaust on the Aston That next choice you make might be your last one Shit that I needed stuck with me from the classroom Real talk now, who's the king of New York now And boys got safes in the house I got a vault now From my old grams, still with my old fams Still getting wireless head that's with no hands Listen, my grandma in composition Compared to y'all is way beyond existence D-Block daddy, new black Caddy Coming through knocking Michael McDonald and Patty P's a haze and still going for 8 in a natty Rather have God arrest me than Satan embag me Get serious I gladly involve your moms Alkeida, Jada, I'm only involved with bombs, uh Put my life on it Soon as you sit it in the hot water all you gotta do is put the ice on it I've been giving it to niggas for years I'm responsible for niggas careers, mother fucker [Chorus] Hold your head up Cass don't stress, weight'll come off fast Keep to yourself, Just try not to come off ass Cause these niggas ain't playing fair You know stay on your square, handle the biz Be the man you say you is I always been that nigga I said I was You get booked don't budge look at the judge and Stand up and man up and never play those games Real niggas don't say no names
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