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i ain’t talking bout Patrick 
I be stretching da pack out, like elastic 
All my niggas eating, we ain’t doing no fasting 
You got served by me,

on, yeah
Lil' bitch how could I lose? I'm a winner
In my head, I forgot about dinner
Like my bitches big body like sprinter
Demon chick and she call me

won't
Say with me
We know
We gotta keep going
Toppling, falling
Then get up again
And keep haulin'
Doubt my ambition
By my love for mariuhana
But I check

to god
He ain't make me
Like them other niggas
Cause look
Sad and all still I ball
Big bro and Lil sis on my wall
With my feelings
I try not to get

(Yup)
I don't need no nigga rattin' on me
So I'm by myself ridin' through the slums
Two bitches with me, that's a two-on-one
(Two of 'em)
Young rich

(Yung Lan on the track!)

How you doing ladies and gentlemen?
I go by the name of Blac Yougsta
I rep them three letters C-M-G
And I name this

the only way I know how to get it out
You hear me

Tell me if I'm - right or wrong 
Riding late at night that .40 what I'm grippin on (big 40) 
Flying

feeling like a athlete
Rob the plug and run off nigga you gon have to catch me
Shoot a nigga with my right he thought I was a lefty
Fuckin on a thot and my

you not
Say it's on sight and get slapped with a thuwop
Chief of this shit all my people say OORAH
Try to rob Rich, bitch that shit is a no go
Back out

Bitch, fuck a jet, fuck Lears
All of these pipes full of meth
Looking like a big bundle of chandeliers
Dragging my dick on the floor
And it pushes my

a rockstar, I'm a wockstar, we got put over by that cop car
Had the wood in my lap, I was mad as fuck
You got a stick in the back with a semi-truck

Yeah nigga

mad right now? You should see me when I'm pissed off
I got a purple Lamborghini. You should call me Rick Ross
Yeah, I'm the big boss. Yeah, I spit super

Ain't no competition now, I go cop a big ass chain
Ain't my way to flex, I tightened up and focused in my line
I got better things to do, like get

Bang It Out

Papoose

Already A Legend

2007

boys with them gang signs, that's us and you can trust
We gon' bust Big Snoop and Papoose bang, bang in your truck

You got a system in your truck? Let

Ayy[00:11.73]Niggas keep bumping old shit, let's give them new shit[00:14.41]Pull up in a big body, me and gang in like two whips[00:17.68]Outside

If a nigga rob me I'ma get to squeezing (I'ma get to squeezing)
Brodie pop a perc yeah, my lil' nigga geeking
If he take one of mine, we finna' get

Talk on my brother I'll hurt you
Talk on my brother, lil' nigga
I'll hearse you

Hollow tips, hot flyin', they'll curse you
You a broke bitch anyway, I

felons and I stay stich-lip
Best believe I ain't telling Twinkie Bands fat
Strollie, yeah, I did it by myself
And you ain't no hood trophy if you ain't put

that fly
If you wanna go against a nigga then
You know I'm winning by a landslide
Like a vampire, I be outside at the nighttime
I never fuck with

Yeah
Yeah
DDT on the track bitch
Tell that DJ cut that beat up
Yeah
Treat these bitches like some friends
I can't take that bitch out
Heard that lil

down, nigga, standin' on the business (I'm out here)
Bulletproof Caddy truck sittin' in the trenches (let's go)
Really in the field, I can't wear no

a big ass lesson we all go through
Friends you was close to all of a sudden want to smoke you
They all deceitful; I got shot up by a nigga I knew since

my own horn but I'm seen as somewhat of an ambassador
kind of a big deal im like the number 3 disaster-er 
Wanted to be one of the first to give proper

mumble
My nigga all my life, all I knew was a hustle
Uh, bitch, gang, I bang that gang, bitch, you know I ain't playing

Spent like 800, big crushed,