| Yeah
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| All my playa niggas throw your hands up
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| And all my thug niggas throw your guns up
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| Weak niggas give your funds up, to these hoes
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| Distance your foes, and stay up on your toes
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| I love this game, but its not the NBA
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| It be me and MJ, doin' shit the playa way
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| Daily smokin' hay
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| The time on my Roly, tellin' me I’m gonna make cheese like Kobe
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| Did what the real niggas showed me, and shook the phonies
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| Hooked the honies, lookin' like I got some money
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| Ain’t it funny, they diss you when you lookin' bunny
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| But she your honey, when your stuff shrimps in her tummy
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| I just call it how I see it, non-fictional
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| Deliver the bomb shit, straight irresistable
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| Without a pistol, I’ll make you put your hands up
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| So everybody in the place put your hands up
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| Stompin', and pimpin' and mackin' and actin'
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| Bad when a nigga rappin'
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| Get your hands up, let me see the big butts
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| We don’t wanna see nothin' but the big butts
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| Thug niggas if you feel me bust
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| No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust
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| Thug niggas if you feel me bust
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| No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust
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| Yeah, first to bringin' the pain
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| And you better bring a Hertz too
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| Southern voodoo brewed up to curse you
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| May even hurt you, born into violence
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| Streets a pilot, flyin' rhymes over cloudy beats
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| 50 thousand feet above what you thought I was
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| Just a scrub, not good enough to get your love
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| I came with acrobatic tongue tactics
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| Parental advisory because my shit is graphic
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| Tatooed on your memory that fat Tennesee MC
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| Comin' out hard, they call me Mr. B-I-G
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| But not because of my size, you better recognize
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| I’m do or die, when you talk about my green guys
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| Warn the citizens, the killers on the loose again
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| Gone off of 'lucigens, clownin' in the big Benz
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| All I wanna do is make a nigga get bucked
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| So get up, and get your mothafuckin' hands up
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| Throw your hands in the smoke, cause there’s smoke in the air
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| Get close to me, I’ll contact your ass like a flare
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| As you stare, nigga you gonna come to term with what you see
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| A primitive example of the shit you want to be
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| And I ain’t gonna be
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| Persuaded, by blue sueded shoe wearin'
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| Slick gun bitches, who get paid quick
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| Trick niggas stop all of that trickin' and shit
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| If she come with a price tag, fuck that bitch
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| Why should you switch?
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| From one hoe, and love 'em all
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| Cause she could suck the flavor out a dick?
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| Hell nah
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| One thing you gotta know about a woman
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| Big dicks will be the reason for some shit known to get that pussy comin'
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| Now who I be, before the G, MJ
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| Nigga I ain’t tryin' to high side
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| But have a nice day
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| Like a, get a way girl
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| I get hips to watch
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| I’m takin' applications
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| Look at all the traffic you stopped |