| Man’s the nicest
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| Old school nigga that bangs devices
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| She’s telling me I’ve got handsomitis
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| And thanks for the invite, man’s delighted
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| Got the gangster license
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| You can get in cheap, those handsome prices
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| They will never know just how gangster life is
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| Like little young niggas holding shanks in ISIS
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| Yeah, man’s finished
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| You think it’s all funny till a man’s in it
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| Your niggas locked down got you on the phone
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| And you ain’t tryna waste up all a man’s minutes
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| And niggas banging out, moving mad silly
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| I remember feeling pissed when they bagged Jimmy
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| The amount of times I’ve seen my friends
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| Laying on the floor, dead, chills, mad chilly
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| So I clank some glasses
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| Cause man’s still standing here thanks to Marcus
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| And man ain’t like all these wank-dead artists
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| Cause to get where they got, they had to spank some arses
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| Man just get up and a man just marches
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| Man just set up and a man surpasses
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| Man pear tree it so I brang the partridge
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| Wanted jewels from the garden so ran to Clarky’s
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| They already know, man’s in it
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| I bag shh and I bag thingy
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| Fat philly, had to drop it out
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| Couldn’t have my little son like «dad, bring me»
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| Sad singing
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| MAC ringing and the strap spinning
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| I’m back, billing round the back, chilling
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| I Gohan on a whack Krillin
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| The stretched arms for the fat bringing
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| It gets dark when the MAC’s swinging
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| The crack breddas and the cat women
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| But rap’s got me round the back swimming
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| It’s that nigga, nigga, rap’s in him
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| Tap niggas out and back pin him
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| Get your figures out and back bend it
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| Stick your finger out and man, sing it
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| The last ones left
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| Always kept it real, that’s why the rats are vexed
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| Always kept the steel in case I have to step
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| And straight back out the ting and put a cat to rest
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| But they love us because we rap the best
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| And they know that man are trill the way we get mad respect
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| If a nigga violates and then the phone line connect
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| To bring the TEC, the TEC’ll separate his head from his neck, listen
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| (They already) Mad ting
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| (They ain’t gonna catch me)
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| Roll to the club in my tracksuit
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| Babes, I don’t need to act like a bad yout
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| I’m the underground voice of the black youth
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| We carry firearms, man are strapped youts
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| Told the plug that I’m made for this
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| I took a whole one, I didn’t pay for it
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| Next summer, I need 80 bricks
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| Treating 2016 like its ‘86
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| Far from perfect
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| I even tried work once, now I work it
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| Hella real niggas in my circuit
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| I know two man ready for a burstin'
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| Peng tings call me J
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| The bro n 'em just call me gang
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| The OGs see me and they show me love
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| Cuh they know I’ve been trill since the pram
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| Eating black peas, will.i.am
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| Spending quality time with the fam
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| Real Gs do what they want and they have to
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| Halfway crooks only do what they can
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| Missing all my darg, got a few in the can
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| I smoke amm and I’m a new, different man
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| I had juice while you were sipping juice out a can
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| I bought a 4s but used to share a deuce with my man
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| Ahh, shout H for the link up
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| This some shit they couldn’t think of
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| My man never leave it at home
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| He ain’t sipping no yak like «why you came to the drink up?»
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| My girl got a big butt
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| And big lips she can lip lock
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| I tell her she the shit but
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| I’m still smashing other chicks in my flip flops
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| Mummy used to send me Kwik Save
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| My PayPal just saw a big change
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| I’m about to get my own kicks made
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| My brodees pull up in the big Range
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| I switch flows like a switchblade
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| I’m a wild one, straight out the south side
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| Niggas got fat while I starved, now it’s our time
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| I take my job serious, it’s never part time
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| The last ones left
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| Always kept it real, that’s why the rats are vexed
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| Always kept the steel in case I have to step
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| And straight back out the ting and put a cat to rest
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| But they love us because we rap the best
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| And they know that man are trill the way we get mad respect
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| If a nigga violates and then the phone line connect
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| To bring the TEC, the TEC’ll separate his head from his neck, listen
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| They already know, mad ting
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| Look, we bag both and we clap tings
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| The MAC-10's filled up with hollows
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| It’s best you have some tef on your chest before these shots cause a mad ting
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| You’re fucking with some vets and not the type to put your pet down
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| We need a new spot to put the TEC down
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| From Toxteth to Pecktown, real niggas get down
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| I run up on a nigga, spray him from his head and neck down, nigga, get down |