| I’m the man, they say Nine you the truth
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| I’m the one, I’m not number two
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| You run up aye crack yo aye
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| What it do?
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| Say I’m the one, I’m not number two
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| Run up, run up you get ooh aye yeah
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| Run up, run up and it’s
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| I remember, late nights in them beamers
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| CO blitzed the sack, we had canteen, hella food
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| Crackers they just mad, first day with noodle soup
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| I ain’t treatin' and I’m beating, and I think I left a bruise
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| Coolin' it, hit it with the crew
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| Me, 5, and Lil OD we be schemin' for the loot
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| Fuck around and ran into them crackers
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| High speed, took 'em home, we on the phone, this
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| all these crackers, free my dawg, let him loose
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| They gave my nigga 10, that shit hurt me and him too
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| I really miss my nigga, just be thinking 'bout Lil snoop
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| He caught 15, I get down what niggas do
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| up the road, he won’t fold, he the truth
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| Collect call from, he say stay at these niggas tooth
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| I’m on some chill shit, every trip kinda smooth
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| But free my nigga Richard and Joe Fat, they keep a tool
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| Forgis on the beamer, candy paint, I like
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| This a hot wheels, panorama, lose the roof
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| Who that on my ass, I hit the gas, suwoop the woop
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| Ain’t gon' crash out for no nigga, ain’t how I move
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| I was road runnin', I was totin' on the tools
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| They say I’m the whole hunnit, but I’m the youngest out the crew
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| Ain’t gon' fold on ya, if you my baby be my boo
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| And if they flat the tire, baby you can have my shoes |