| You niggas couldn’t fuck the broads I choose
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| Couldn’t push the rides that I cruise, niggas couldn’t tie my shoes
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| I’ve been all around the world
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| You niggas ain’t men, y’all are girls, niggas couldn’t bench what I curl
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| Shouldn’t be a question about your favorite rapper
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| And my label got me questioning my favorite rapper
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| So I, bogart, one man gang, no squad
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| No Cialis needed to go hard, listen
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| It’s not rappin, I’m spittin bout everythin that happened
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| In a few bars, twenty five years get packed in
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| No regrets til my days up
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| Can’t be Pat Ewing lookin back on that lay-up
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| When you hood like me, you pull up in that Taurus
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| Still turnin down pussy, you get too many offers
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| My guards up, too many crossed us
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| Nowadays, not enough chiefs and it’s too many bosses
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| I’m forreal wit it
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| Everybody can’t be a boss man
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| Everybody can’t have weight
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| Somebody gotta have bags
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| Everybody can’t have a brick, somebody gotta have an O around here somewhere!
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| Man lets just be forreal about it
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| As if y’all needed to be reminded
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| I don’t look for trouble, I just help a nigga find it
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| A & R feel like everybody the one
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| I walk around feelin like everybody my son, one
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| Shorty feelin the God, I can’t blame her
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| And kicked down the door and came through like Kramer (word)
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| Now find a nigga better than that
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| I walked out the movie «Saw» and started settin my trap
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| And I don’t yap about how I move wit all the guns
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| Like a hustlers dance, can’t do that where I’m from, son
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| Talk to me, if it’s about a buck, heavy cream
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| On my Eric Benet shit, fuck everythin!
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| They thought I would go astray, but I won’t
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| David Banner may have time to play, but I don’t
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| Cause I spit the cane wit ease
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| And I can’t just freeze not until this whole game’s febreezed
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| Muffuckas |