| It’s big dog baby gettin down like what
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| See I’m a thorough bread, I don’t fuck wit much
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| Bloodline is where the pups at
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| They off the Grand Champ, yea what black
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| Don’t nothin move less, dog say so
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| Cats clueless about the way it go
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| Off the chain I got at least 3 kills
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| Even though my last album only did 3 mil
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| I still give em chill cuz they feel dog
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| I can’t help what it is, shit is real dog
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| You must have thought that it was a joke or somethin'
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| Now you done fucked around
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| And got your man choked for frontin'
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| Now hold up playa cuz I don’t play those games
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| And don’t ask me shit cuz I don’t say no names
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| See what I know I’m taking to the fuckin' grave
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| So keep knockin cuz you ain’t gettin a fuckin' thing
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| Ay yo
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| Who we be was off the last joint
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| But now it’s who we see and we forget the last joint
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| Cats ain’t never walked like X
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| Even before Kool G Rap talked like sex
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| I’ve been around since at least 83
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| So ain’t no sense in you motherfuckers hatin' me
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| Cuz I’m gon be here when you cats is gone
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| And other cats is on, another batch is born
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| Don’t give a fuck about none of y’all
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| Fuck each and every one of y’all
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| Cuz I done done it all, been where ya at
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| Been where ya goin', then brought it back
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| I tried to tell ya about it but you wouldn’t listen
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| Now I’m gonna take you to the hood cuz the hood will listen
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| I wish you woulda listened cuz then you woulda known
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| That it’s only right to give a dog a bone
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| Bitch
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| Aw Man
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| There are some things I can’t stand
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| When a nigga holla wanna shake my left hand
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| When a nigga follow cuz he actin like my man
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| Nigga might as well swallow cuz he actin like a fan
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| And I got balls like you do
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| Man I got Paul to pull through you
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| Stan don’t they know how we do
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| Ear to the streets with our hearts to the people
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| Gots to give a little to get somethin back
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| And what you usually give see you ain’t nothin black
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| But when you don’t give then it won’t last
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| His shit will disappear like wit a nigga that smoked fast
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| You’ll get broke fast, that’s the Lord’s will
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| Hold up I think somebody’s a the door, Shhh chill
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| You sit right there, I’m gonna answer that
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| Cuz when I finish poppin ain’t nobody answerin back
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| Fuck it |