| That nigga sayin what?!
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| Ha ha
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| Damn right
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| Let’s make a few things clear
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| When you’re gone I’ll still be here
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| Won’t miss a day, this ain’t leap year
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| We knock out teeth here
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| Shoppin like a new freak every week here
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| The smell good with pretty feet here
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| Had to risen from the ashes, predicted by the masses
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| To be one of the few that persevere through the ratchet era
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| 80's baby, the classic era
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| Got the skill to bounce back, I’m elastic terror
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| Turn that, surrounded by smoke
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| Grew niggas with no bread, care from some toast?
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| Crazy right?
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| Went from a rapper to a trapper then back to a rapper
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| My definition of a crazy life I guess
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| God’s with me, so it’s like who I got to impress?
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| Heartless, the life bitch put a knife in my chest
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| And so what? |
| Is it kinda prove real life to my chest
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| Pulled it out, stuck out and I’m lookin to slice the rest of you motherfuckers
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| Wait a minute, I’m a ladies man
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| Not that nigga frontin here with the crazy vans on
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| Out here gangbangin with the little pants on
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| Old nigga, forever young, get my Peter Pan on
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| Huh, we don’t need no niggas' validation
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| I speak for the domination every time I talk
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| We did what? |
| Don’t believe them allegations
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| Be a slave and tell by the way you walk, talk and think
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| By the smell of this dank
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| Spend my time in they bitches, the other half in the bank
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| My grind had no limits, I’m Master P in a tank
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| With super psychin, C Murda talkin the shank
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| And niggas takin shots just like they bustin with blanks
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| I hear but don’t feel em
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| I’ll punch em, but won’t kill em
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| It ain’t my MO
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| But I got niggas for that
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| Don’t need no more rubbers on my dick, I got bitches for that
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| I think they should start spellin the nigga
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| Bird, let’s petition for that
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| Get the dictionary ready,
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| Keep my girl, the energy is more than the two trips of Mary Mary
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| Very scary, the coupe is very dary
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| Milky white, lounging at the polo lounge, deeper than Barry White
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| Voice buried 24 feet in the ground
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| It’s real in the field, got my clicks on em now
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| They like P what you doin? |
| Wanna switchin yo style right now? |
| You winnin
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| Yea, but as yo mind change, yo grind change with it
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| Would be the same old nigga if I did it |