| You ever try me you know you will get dealt
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| I know that I’m the best that’s why I’m feeling myself
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| Competition I be giving em hell I’m focused, I’m focused yea
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| Close the coffin and just put in the nail
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| And if ya up against me you know then ya gonna need help
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| You can run and hide but who ya gon tell I’m focused, I’m focused yea
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| See I ain’t have no money I ain’t even have no cable
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| I had to get up on the grind get my own label
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| I had some patnas doing crime on that old table
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| Alot of em would say you can but with no able
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| Ya’ll don’t even know what it’s like to feel gold
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| Ya’ll kick it but never witness the field goal
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| The maybac, I’m layed flat, my wheels thowed
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| Look at that it’s all black like real coal
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| I know ya’ll don’t see the drink and catch me with the kush
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| I’m not a saint I never could play like reggie bush
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| Stop acting like a punani ain’t with the petty looks
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| I put the heat to ya belly and you’ll be gettin douched
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| The shoes rims I call it football
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| Let’s get paid no college football
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| Some sold pot like college cook offs
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| I sold bars to the block and hood pause
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| In the suburbs they was lookin fo they fix
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| So I gave em the type of fix that became dis
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| Then I added a couple watts and became mix
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| Then distrubuted to the blocks an became rich
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| We in the building yep that’s what I thought
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| I heard em say that’s why the building is just what I bought
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| I’m michael jordan your tiger woods and that’s not smart
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| Both did the same crime you the one got caught
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| Dikembe mutumbo you dun know my gun blow turn dumbo to gumbo
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| I breathe death, I leave death from one flow
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| An emcee that gun tote become smoke
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| Ya woman pissin in her pants till she wet her shoe
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| Cheer leading on the side thicker than a betty boop
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| Garage lookin like an nfl locker do, 26's, 24's and 22's
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| Dion sandes high stepping on your canvas
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| Small talk ya’ll suckin on ant dick
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| I turn ya’ll to prey the way I attack it
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| Ya’ll better hide and pray like a praying mantis
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| Male groupies say why your crew lef
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| Au revoir I’ll speak ta you with the deuce best
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| See me and yell ey it’s like you cleff
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| Apologise to my male groupies I’m too deaf
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| Pain is the movement if this whatchu rep
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| We revolve so no shells it ain’t one clue left
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| We don’t dance I just do my 1, 2 step
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| Super sober like I’m daring someone to step, yup |