| WC, Facemob, Southside, Westside
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| C’mon now, ah c’mon now
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| Don’t stop (screamin my name) don’t stop
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| Southside, Westside, Facemob, WC
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| C’mon now, c’mon now, c’mon now, c’mon now
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| I ain’t the one, one is getting jacked for his flicky
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| He who fucks wit me, gets the itchy
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| Name a nigga, two times click it click it Now you got a whole in your head lookin sickly
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| I ain’t the one, that’s getting jacked for his new deuces
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| Or slapped toothless, ya doin what cha doin
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| So what you got a Forty Cal, I got a Forty Cal
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| Plus another Forty Cal with that
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| Any nigga plus the niggas that you run with
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| Don’t make me up this motherfucker on some dumb shit
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| I ain’t the one, I’m jus as phony as the next dude
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| You fuck wit me I’ma send your ass to Neptune
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| You can only hate me dog, but you can’t play me dog
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| You best respect Facemob bitch cuz I ain’t the one
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| C’mon now, ah c’mon now
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| It don’t stop
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| (Screamin my name)
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| It don’t stop
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| What they want now?
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| What they want now?
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| What they want now?
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| (Screamin my name)
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| C’mon now, c’mon now, ah c’mon now
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| (Way in the back I hear 'em screamin my name)
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| I am the one to say I ain’t the one then tug it, take dick and suck it Sell you under 'em thangs without putting cum on it, fuck it, bitch
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| I’ma ghetto nigga, six fo’pedal nigga
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| From Bed Stuy to the Southside, the Westside nigga
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| Well knowin to make the trigger jerk, push them twenty three’s in the dirt
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| Run with niggas who got that work, from patient pills to pushin syrup
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| It’s the murder choice, da-da-da-da off the bionic
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| It’s WC and Face back on 'em draulics
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| We blazing no stems and like my nigga Shaquille O’neal
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| I keep 'em datin locals, hangin on the center of rims
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| And hot ones, and these side guns will get you touched up And if you think I’m just a rapper bitch ya got me fucked up I ain’t no nigga to be chasin no bitch lickin her toes
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| Sharin ice cream cones, so play like the group I did bitch and get on
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| I’m a front line pusher, for the G’s I stay on the defence
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| Stay by the lane and the gutter, bitch I ain’t no sucka, not the one
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| I ain’t the one, that’s gettin chased on from high school
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| I love to squabble, nigga that’s what I do
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| I’m always on detention, I ain’t give a fuck
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| Mr. Lee can suck a dick and leave addicted to nut
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| I ain’t the one, to let a nigga disrespect me, or try to check me Get the wet T, down with WC cuz I’ma hood cat
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| Fuck a fine bitch but I prefer a hood rat
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| Love my grey Guch, I like my blunts long
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| Don’t get it fucked up, I come on wit the come on I hella cool dude, rub the wrong way
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| I’ma dangerous nigga, say what the song say
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| I live it and breathe it, I shit it and eat it I ain’t never been defeated, punked out mistreated
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| I’ma low key, OG, from OZ’s, to hold ki’s
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| I ain’t the one, duck and hide from the homeboy
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| Hit the neighborhood, let’s get it on boy
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| Let’s throw a barbeque, or we can blow dank
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| If you don’t smoke weed then we can have dranks
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| Cuz y’all are homeboys, kept the man fed
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| Cuz disrespect or not and come back and shed
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| So all you rappers hangin with you posse’s and click
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| Hit the streets and show your homies some love, they buying you shit |