| Yea, Its bout to get real hard for these niggas to move man
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| Somebody get these niggas some wheelchairs or somethin
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| Goin to war is still a scary issue
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| But in my hood they train to kill wit every pistol
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| Like they military issue
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| Guess you a star if you sell a million every disc two
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| Catch a gun case and bounce and still they’ll barely frisk you
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| Cuz, I proved I move the retail
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| Make the smoothest grooves wit female
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| And I remove the rules on V12's
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| You aint never seen it move this smooth on sprewell’s
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| I’m a hustler, you just a middle man to me The way I pass the rock could make Jason Kidd a fan of me Just cop one joint, I’m a one point somethin
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| Still I’ll have you at gunpoint, with one joint dumpin
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| So watch what you say to them crackers
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| Ill put a couple G’s on yer head like you play for the Packers
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| I’m rap’s Labron James, I quickly see baskets
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| These scrubs wouldn’t make it to the Mickey-D's classics
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| You got some sticky weed? |
| Pass it If not put it out, im pushin it before they put it out
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| Wit the dash, wooded out, Shaq O’Neal footed out
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| Blastin a (?) get it first, before they put it out, Clue!
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| Yea, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Maybe wouldn’t be a million kids wit they faces on containers
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| If cops pursue the same way they chase us entertainers
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| In the hood, a few big faces and a chain a-
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| Get metal in ya mouth like braces and retainers
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| Even the young bucks be scheming on somebody change
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| Tryin a sell somebody 'cain, before they even potty trained
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| You can smooth talk your way into a hottie brain
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| Have her suckin long enough to leave a nigga body drained
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| I wasn’t taught, I learned from watchin stupid people
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| That’ll run up shootin, in front of a group of people
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| I lay in a cut, the same way the troopers peep you
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| Ride up on yer coupe and creep you while you let a groupie deep you
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| Cuz even if you reppin like a man of skill
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| You gon’still need a weapon when you layin a deal
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| One for watch you slippin like you steppin banana pills
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| Think a nigga ain’t gon’pull a weapon cuz you scanned a mil? |
| (what)
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| I crept in and got handed meals
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| Now the white and black rides look like salt and pepper on the bannon grill
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| Think I wouldn’t hold a Pepsi in my hand for mils?
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| You must be fuckin stupid, nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song B.K. Style , by - Fabolous. Song from the album More Street Dreams Pt. 2 The Mixtape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп