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I put what I live by on both nuts
It's either him or me so I say fuck dude
I look him in his eyes and say FUCK YOU!
Fuck you, hey, I been
just get me depressed
Well I guess a 9 to 5 isn't
A way to end my quest
I see mad MCs with fat raps and
Thinkin' if Whodini could ever
Compete with that
5'9
Tell you just one more time
You can't touch me, you can't touch me
[Royce]
Bounce (bounce)
If you want to know what's the amount
Come to me
and this entice them how them joke the same
So I'm gonna sing just like them to get where they at
I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
the mailbox
Right by the door, and!
I can’t do right by a hoe
I’m G’d up but through my eyes I see my soul
Too much of a player to go out with a hoe
See me in
And they'll cap you, not if they have to
But if they want to, first they might confront you
But every nigga on my block can't stop
And he won't stop and he
know the deal
And they'll cap you, not if they have to
But if they want to, first they might confront you
But every nigga on my block can't stop
diamond cut, these thangs glisten
Don't give a fuck 'bout you lame niggas
If it ain't the Hulk, I got the thang with me
Got no aim but with one touch
It'll
sneaks
Whip yo teeth every time I speak
3 thou for the smile, nigga I'm a G
Better talk to me nice, nigga I'm a chief
You dealing with a boss, so I need PC
much thinking
MC's are blinking the third eye
When I pass by
Mackalicious got the sweet potato
Fried for you motherfucker
I touch the microphone i do
not sloppy and not a copy, he's the only one bring a gun, if you want it,
Young Noble bring the soul to the troop, let 'em know we come through in
hustlin' up the dirty deep
Betta watch them dirty boys down south we keep it dirty g
I know you heard of me
I got that work
Man I got that white and I
Yeah.. two-thousand.. three!
(I want to play with you baby) Brand new
(Can you touch me? Won't you hold me?) K-double-O-L, Keith
(Can you talk
a rug
Bitch niggas want to know if it's true
Let me tell you motherfuckers who you listening too
Its the I dot get shot C E
Big D reload flip the clip
collectin'
My issue you neglectin', seem to me you disrespectin'
Boy don't play with my pape's 'cause I'ma gon' spray where you stay
Pull out that K in
but in Tennessee another bugged out nigga stunts
{B.G.}
fuckin with me huh? you fuckin with the wrong one
that fire spit from my K have your
swerve, you observe it closely
If you smoke trees, smoke more than an O.Z.
Mix any kind of dope with me, you O.D.
You get the seed, LP, C.O.D.
Poetry
pouring shit hot one drop
And blow your spot
Do you think you can beat me
You counterfeit, and you can't handle the way
Now you want to drop a remix
you could get rich off?loosies?
Four stacks for the jacket
Sneaks cost a deuce-y
You see the five stars, I'm a general
Salute me they want a nigga
Reppin' NYC, til I D-IE (yea, yea)
Rappers testin’ me, they can rest in peace
(yea, yea)
You don't want the smoke, on this M-IC
(no, no) i go by
Yeah, this big Bun B the baby southern OG
I'm Pimp C's brother every body knows me
Comin' from that P.A.T, with Mr. V.I.C.
Young Mogul, ENT.
If you
give you what you need
(TS)
My plane touches down at eleven forty-five
I'm comin through, want you, bout to show you why
I got the game from
everybody on the track holdin' weight
Five hundred thou', that's the golden gate
From be -K to Oaktown, pass the smoke round
Let me find out who broke now,
to NY
Snoop's master kush, smoke 9 to 5
Come by and get you some pounds and now you flying high
Rub it with the metal with my foot to the pedal
G's
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