| Heyyyyy I’m a maniac
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| Go and tell the whole world Mr. Pain is back
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| So get them thangs out you betta lock up ya house
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| And tell the cops they let the animals out
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| Break bread nigga
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| I-20 Meet the Dealer cuz I’m out on bail
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| I broke free and I ain’t never goin back to jail
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| ATL’s eastside says I’m back from hell
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| Reintroduced to my connect and I got sacks to sell
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| Since I was young I broke bones usin sticks and stones
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| Puttin bruises on you losers lames leave me alone
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| I’ll be servin it for certain til the day that I die
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| You got that reggie for the low I got that fire for the high
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| Niggas travelin when they rappin but I feel like they actin
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| And I ain’t talkin bout vacation if I say that I’m packin
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| Hear that hunger in my voice and all the pain in my eyes
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| If this the only chance I get to you can bet I’mma ride
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| I got my back against the wall but my hand on my tool
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| Cuz niggas gotta give me somethin I got nothin to lose
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| A-Town's new ruler throw ya side in the sky
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| Yall niggas lovin how ya livin but I’m (distorted) ready to die
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| You niggas settin up to get me better come wit that four
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| This 20 got magazines and I ain’t talkin The Source
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| Mr. Pain’ll change the game by the time I’mma reign
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| I catch a charge like a flagrant foul deep in the lane
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| Yall niggas know where y’all can find me see I’m deep in the south
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| Where niggas put away they Benz and pull they Chevrolet out
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| Yall niggas cakin on these broads spend a stack on that bitch
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| I’ll throw that ho right out the VIP and throw some yak ('gnac) on that bitch
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| And as far as all this beefin y’all ain’t worryin me
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| We the index so I’m body that’s a story in me
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| If I say it then I meant it you can take it at that
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| Yall been eatin off these streets and now I’m takin it back
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| Yall won’t see me sideways you get it live and direct
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| I-20 in the flesh I’m comin live from the Dec
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| DTP I represent it see I’m more than a star
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| And if I’m fuckin witcha club I’m buyin (distorted) more than the bar
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| Get back and putcha life on the line (tell em)
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| Get back and putcha life on the line
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| Break bread nigga
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| I-20 is the shorts I be still takin aim
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| I’m the blocks head coach bitch I’m teachin the game
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| So I’m servin like I’m Agassi Venus or Serena
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| I’m ridin wit a felony you duckin misdemeanors
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| And man I’m still hurtin and my mama’s still workin
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| So I stay wit the glove and a mask like a servant
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| A-Town's new ruler throw ya side in the sky
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| Yall niggas lovin how ya livin and I’m (ready to die)
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| + (Ludacris)
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| Tell 'em (break bread nigga)
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| Tell 'em what (break bread nigga)
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| Tell 'em (break bread nigga)
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| Say what (break bread nigga)
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| Get cha shit fucked up bitch nigga (break bread nigga) |