| I know you haters better run, I’m coming for you
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| And everyday a nigga repping, and riding for Screw
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| I was keeping it in my chest, now I’m getting it out
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| I know you spectators in the game, better close your mouth
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| I got a lot of my time invested, up in this game
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| It’s S.U.C. |
| till I’m dead, ain’t no need to explain
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| I’m in the Maab with guerillas, and we coming in packs
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| The only friends we got deep, and coming with black gats
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| So niggaz’d back back, I’m a man dude with a attitude
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| And I’m too quick to click, Lil’Trae is a damn fool
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| In my zone leave me alone, I ain’t trying to be fucked with
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| Everything that I got, is everything that I wanna roll with
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| Me and me and myself, you niggaz bad for my health
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| Now I’m pumped up like Superman, with a uppercut to be felt
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| I ain’t playing with what I’m saying, you cats better start praying
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| For Deebo commits to spraying, and everybody be staying
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| Why, these fellas talking down
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| Don’t they know, why we’ll ride
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| And make somebody slide, beware
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| Why, these fellas talking down
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| Don’t they know, why we’ll ride
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| And make these bustsas hot, beware
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| I’m chilling in my 1's, chopping game on my celly
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| My iced out cross, hanging down to my belly
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| Got your lil mama, butt naked shake her jelly
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| I’ma put her on a tape, and play it back on the telly
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| Boys hate to love the street show, when we showing up I give me back the same middle finger, they be throwing up They can't afford the pints, by the case that we po'ing up Young in the game, it's time to |
| start growing up Get you some hustle, get you some grind
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| Show me some muscle, show me some shine
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| Fuck trying to crime, off another nigga name
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| It’s just a matter of time, 'fore I run you out the game
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| Because I can’t believe the nerve, of these hoes
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| Trying to use my nigga Pimp name, for benefit shows
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| Fin to start kicking in do’s, with the macks
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| Trying to let that shit pass, now I’m coming for your ass fool
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| It’s the return of the mad rapper, industry nigga subtracter
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| That be greed up in the fists, that be clinched like a black panther
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| I’m sick and tired of you fakers, that try to twist up the game
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| So now you gotta see me, like the 84's that I swang
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| My glock I cock and I aim, my name you fin to respect it You let me off in your world, then I swear to God I’ma wreck it You must of thought I forgot about you, acting sue a crowd’ll watch you
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| I gotta get that up out you, your people gon be without you
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| On top of that, niggaz be using my homie name
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| Saying the Screwed Up Click, so they can get them a little change
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| Hopping from dick to dick, and I ain’t even gon say no name
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| I feel like I wanna click, so now you gon feel my pain
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| I’m Trae, and I ain’t bar nan nigga in this drama
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| Or mama, I weave and I swang sending em through a trauma
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| They tell me to let em make it, but really I ain’t the one
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| Them bitches did it, so now they gotta see me when I come
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| Where the real niggaz at, cause I can’t find none
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| Everybody be talking shit, when they be packing they guns
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| Quick to shoot a motherfucker, to keep they face from sweating
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| But when the laws come to bang one, snitching and telling
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| Be these ol’buster ass niggaz, killing all in they music
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| Showing a four pound around town, but never gon use it
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| I’m registered by my gangsta, you barely touching me G Now feel you got the edasity, to come and see me Fuck it whoever wanna get some, can come and get dropped
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| I’m a grown man I don’t get people sued, I get people shot
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| If you ain’t shot, I wonder who gon be standing behind the trigga
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| Z-Ro the Crooked, cause ain’t no love for none of these niggaz
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| Straight Profit to Presidential, trying to scandalize my name
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| They can’t sell records without me, that’s a god damn shame
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| I ain’t to blame, why these niggaz ain’t selling and losing weight
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| But I’m to blame, when I go off and get the bruising they face
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| (Z-Ro)
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| Make a nigga hot, yeeeah
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| Why you wanna hate me, S.U.C.
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| You niggaz can’t be meeee
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| My nigga T-R-A-E
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| And that’s the way it’s gonna be Until a motherfucker take me Me, and the M double A-B
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| We gon be thugging
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| Until we see you niggaz to see
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| (*talking*)
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| Straight up, it’s my cousin Trae nigga
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| These bitch ass niggaz can’t fuck with you |