| Put a little soul in here
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| And we don’t stop
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| No one has to ask who be actin' bad
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| Eightball and MJ pimpin' G be all up in that ass
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| From Memphis Tenn, around the world and than back again
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| Make non-rappin' weak MC’s go home practicing
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| I flip a Benz, will Lorenzo play and plenty Benjamins
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| Low key, plenty ends makes plenty friends
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| Baby, I got all the herbs that I need to chief
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| Smoke up a pound and leave you bitch niggas in disbelief
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| Inhale the smoke and every word I wrote came out dope
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| Not like that crack, I being lyrical dope above tracks
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| Not sayin' I won’t pull the Rueger and put hollow to ya
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| Have yo mama on her knees screamin' Hallelujeh
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| Lay it down playa, Suave House, Bad Boy, Fat Boy
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| And her friends the Rat-A-Tat boy
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| Matter of fact boy, this is not a act boy
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| The player way, keep the player makin' stacks boy
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| — Everything that I do be all about the loot
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| I been kickin' up dust in my Polo boots
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| Gettin' blowed on the droll, takin' smoke up my nose
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| I give the world to a woman, but I don’t love hoes
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| I’m a player, baby and don’t you forget
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| You need to get with it, let me hit it and split it
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| In the bed, on the floor, hot tub, everyday
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| The player way, the player way
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| Now on, on, break o' dawn, can’t stop, I’m too hot
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| Look shit, my niggas rock, hype man be in the drop
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| Me no care if the B’s be tinted, you won’t see me in it
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| 'Less there’s TV’s in it
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| I can tell by the way you talk and the way you chit-chat
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| You foul and if you had styles you wouldn’t get back
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| You thinkin' you invincible, you ain’t hard to get at
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| I know everywhere you go, everywhere you live at
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| I be wanna click-clack and you be ready to get back
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| I be ready to go to war, you ain’t gon' be with that
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| You be the same cat that I run up on and spit at
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| Bleedin' all crazy and don’t know where you hit at
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| I’m dead up, niggas doin' drama better shut up, I’m fed up
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| Know for my Roley I was set up
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| I can’t let up, you in some shit that don’t concern you
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| Send a bullet through your thermal, you know crazy
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| I’ve been waiting 20 minutes baby
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| Now drop yo drawers
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| And do something outstandin' with yo jaws
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| After all this waitin' I can see clean through yo forehead
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| You mo' said than done, give mo' head than some
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| Throw my jacket down in the puddle, hell no
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| If you don’t know a pimp, somebody besta tell y’all
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| Yeah the women say it’s good to have a confidant
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| But yet and still they give it up to pimps, once a month
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| See a lot of these pimp lovers, they took they K-man
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| Front like they real and hold a fake in
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| You wastin' the time
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| Serious ballas and ready hoes, got da women walkin'
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| Dibs on da strip with steady toes
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| As I pull up, cranking is thinking the bigger fat, natural expertise
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| Plenty money workin' for G and whoever next to me
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| And I ain’t gonna rest till we made a statement
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| I’m straight up you want it down? |
| It’s time for a replacement |