| Excusez-moi bitches
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| I’m lit from the last of the gas, Mike twisted
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| No sleep for the vicious, key up a cop car just to see mischief
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| I’m a nut punch wizard
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| Speed bag ya' ball bag leave none in it
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| We, we got one ambition
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| Re-up and puff til the month go missing
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| Big, big, big black fellow with a four-fifth in the back, backpack fella
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| I, I rumble don’t stumble young fellow
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| Got a stinger in the '69 bumblebee yellow
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| I mean, I mean stunner, big titty bank teller had my wife here with her so a
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| hater can’t tell her
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| Presidential suite, got a fuck boy jealous
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| I’m the Nelson Mandela of Atlanta dope sellers
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| I, I’m a goddamn savage
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| Eat with no hands I don’t even use napkins
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| Mark says number one bastard, show up in jorts with a hatchet laughing
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| (Hey El, the AR’s an option for any asshole wanna talk and pop shit
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| Quit playing pussy or the pistol will pop off
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| And get your whole face pushed back or knocked off)
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| Take it easy partner
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| Ain’t no chilling in the land of the villains
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| Ain’t no chilling, ain’t no chilling
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| They fucked up and paid us, made us dangerous
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| Too old to change, I’m a stay with paper
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| Poor folk love us the rich hate our faces
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| We talk too loud, won’t remain in our places
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| Smoke by the acre, a brain escapist
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| Smoke anymore and my brain is vapor
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| I don’t do meek anymore, guy, save it
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| The laughing is done now, time to cry later
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| Tell them haters and bitches we bang big shit, but yeah you should mind your
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| business
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| You can’t pause or shun this, physical fitness, bitch we run this
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| Paraplegics, you don’t run shit, fuck you even, get the gumption
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| Think you stylin', think you stuntin'
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| I’ll smack the fuck out ya' ass for frontin'
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| That seems a little aggressive
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| Oompa-loompas, I’ll shoot a tune atcha medullas
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| I’m cool as a rule but I’ll scalp a ruler
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| I’m new to this town, I’m a stranger passing
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| I see your bum crews, I don’t get the hoopla
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| (The world got rules they say) That’s a rumour
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| Benign, nah I’m lying it’s a tumour
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| They ain’t even tryna' buy that we cryin' goobye
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| We got dying to do, dude, the design’s ruthless
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| One-two, one-two
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| I done read books by Sun-Tzu
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| Learned from beautiful women who rolled my joints too
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| The opposite of humble and my swag on kung-fu
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| No admission for the cool, I just kick it and come through
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| Hurry up we got liquor to run through
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| Bales to inhale, lies to not tell
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| She told me let her go and then I can exhale
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| I left her with a pound of dro and a Nextel
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| Take it easy, partner
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| Ain’t no chilling in the land of the villains
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| Ain’t no chilling, ain’t no chilling |