| Verse One:
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| Young black male
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| I try to effect by kicking the facts
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| and stacking much mail
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| I’m packing a gat cuz guys wanna jack
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| and fuck goin to jail
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| Cuz I ain’t equipped to stop how I look
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| I don’t sell ya-yo
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| They teachin a brother like I was in books
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| Follow me into a flow
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| I’m sure you know, which way to go
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| I’m hittin em out of the dopes
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| So slip on the slope, let’s skip on the flow
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| I’m fuckin the sluts and hoes
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| The bigger the butts the tighter the clothes
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| The gimminy jimminy grows
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| Then whaddya know, it’s off with some clothes
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| Rowd when the crowd says hoe
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| That let’s me know, they know I can flow
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| Love when they come to my shows
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| I get up and go, with skins before
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| When I’m collecting my dough
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| I never respect, the one that I back
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| The quicker the nigga can rap
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| The bigger the check, now watch how they sweat
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| What kind of style is that?
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| The style of a mack, and ready to jack
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| I rendered up piles of black
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| The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack
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| I hate it when real nigga bust
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| They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust
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| I had enough of the fuss
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| I bust what I bust, and cuss when I must
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| They gave me a charge for sales
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| For selling the tales… of young black males
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| Yes nigga, N-I-G-G-A niggaz
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| Ay nigga you can’t handle that shit!
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| Pass that man!
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| Hit that shit, that’s the shit!
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| It smell like skunk, skunk smell like that nigga momma
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| We ain’t nuttin but some low down dirty niggaz
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| Keep it real nigga, fuck you nigga!
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| You ain’t givin me near a dime on this real motherfucker
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| Fuck St. Ide’s it’s an Old E thing baby
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| Strictly some of that Hennesee
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| Can I drink with you fellas? |
| Can I get it on it?
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| Fuck you capo. |
| You ain’t in baby.
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| I tell you what! |
| You guys are not gonna be talking
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| all that shit, when I come back, OK?
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| We gonna say who the big mouth, when I come back
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| YOUNG BLACK MALE! |