| Check one, two
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| (Uh)
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| Check, check one, two
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| Hot shit
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| (Oh yea)
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| (Uh)
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| Young Black Brotha hot shit
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| (What?)
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| Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh
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| Confident One
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| (Representin!)
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| (Wha, what?)
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| (Spit this shit for me than man)
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| (This Mac Mall in here)
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| (You feel me playa?)
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| (Check this out)
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| (I'm gon' let these niggas know what’s really goin' on though)
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| Chorus 2x *(Confident One)*
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| Do people ever ask you why you smoke so much weed?
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| Why yo pants saggin' while you sippin' Hennessy?
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| Smashin a V-12 doin' one-sixty
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| Tryin to get this money so we in this bitch deep
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| Verse 1 *(Confident One)*
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| Here’s the reason why TC-1 don’t give a fuck
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| Cuz niggas won’t lend you a dime when you down on yo luck
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| Plus they buck
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| When you up these hoolagan niggas 'll leave you stuck
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| An if you as cold as starvin'
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| Nobody put a nickle in your cup
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| Reprehensible attitudes is what we dealin' wit
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| An in this Millennieum we die
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| From one stroke of our dick
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| What a world
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| When you ain’t got nothin' they say «He ain’t bout shit.»
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| An when you ball to often these niggas they want you to quit
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| (stop, stop!)
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| We up against all odds as we sippin' Hennessy
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| Avoidin' shady niggas
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| Quick to blast at racist police
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| An to you money hungry bitches
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| I won’t even waste my time
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| I give a fuck how fine
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| I won’t spend a fuckin' dime
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| I’m tired of you niggas an yo repitious talk
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| How you’s a killa that stalks
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| A pimp wit that walk
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| Let me shake my ashes as this THC ignites
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| Khayree turn the beat up an pass the weed to fix your sight
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| Beware of them niggas who won’t look you in yo eye
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| Smilin' all the time
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| But in they heart is dispise
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| Check the blueprints
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| Study the (sclumatics??)
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| Learn the lesson
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| An as you roll four deep in your whip my niggas here’s the question
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| Verse 2 *(Mac Mall)*
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| I wrote this fo' them inquiring minds
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| Who need to worry bout they own an stay the fuck outta mine
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| Punk niggas always whinin' an lyin'
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| All on my mutha fuckin nuts
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| Juss like them chickens in the beauty salon, choppin me up
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| Suckas get so emotional
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| When you ridin they hoe
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| Or when you ballin an they out there broke
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| But I’d a seen niggas wit loot hatin on me too
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| Cuz I done
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| Treated they boo juss like a prostitute
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| Let her slide on my dick
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| An she gave me ya whole script
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| How much mail you workin wit
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| An where ya hide them kicks
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| But I ain’t trippin off you trick, I’d rather spark me a spliff
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| The white widow wit the Afghan-hashish mix
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| Bitches get so passionate
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| When a nigga fuck the pussy
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| Steal the heart
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| An take the chips an then dip
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| An when you tell all your friends they like, «No he didn’t!»
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| An in yo face they might tell ya that Mac Mall ain’t shit
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| But that was one big mistake that was made by this chick
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| See she told 'em how I fucked now her cousins my new bitch
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| Real mackin' hear me
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| Go on an crack the Henny
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| Go on an spark the Philly
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| We goin' straight to the land
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| Now if I dropped ya on the track
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| Hit the block in a Lac
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| When I see you later
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| You besta have me a grand
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| Call me more than a playa
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| Fool I’m more like the coach
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| Runnin plays on the bench
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| «Go deep young hoe!!»
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| Verse 3 *(Mac Mall)*
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| I show the world no mercy
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| Shall let no nigga serve me
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| Shall let no bitch disturb me
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| She juss ain’t worthy
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| Born in the game, forced to get my hands dirty
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| An life is like a house party an I’m strapped
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| Plus perkin'
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| Always off the Roper
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| You always see me loaded
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| I always stay paid punk an all you marks can quote it
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| I spit that true game
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| An you been fiendin fo' it
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| Like every line is heir-on coated
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| Hip-hop an you own it!
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| Deep, deep, deep!
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| Fa sho
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| Let 'em know about it
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| Let 'em know about it, Mac Mall in this bitch nigga
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| Fa all my mutha fuckin folks
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| What’s up to my niggas out in Oakland
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| What’s up to my mutha fuckas in Frisco
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| Fa sho
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| Uh-huh
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| My niggas out there in South Central
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| Watts! |
| What’s up!
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| (Keep it poppin man)
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| Yeah mutha fucka
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| Always, always keep it poppin. |
| (Mac Mall)
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| (Get that money so we in this bitch)
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| Vallejo
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| I ain’t forget you baby
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| I ain’t forget you
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| Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
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| Uh. |
| (Tryin' to get this money)
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| We in here
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| Ferg!
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| What’s up baby!
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| I’m comin' off a cold man
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| Hit these suckas wit some of this… super simple funk, one time ya know
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| Yeah sumpthin' for that trunk |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song People Ever Ask You? , by - Mac Mall. Song from the album Illegal Business? 2000, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп