| Yo, yo, now ain’t no tellin what the Game’ll do, listen dawg
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| I blow the guts out the dutch and do the same to you
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| And just to get shit crackin, I drop the toaster
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| Grab the Louis go Sammy Sosa
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| And you ain’t gotta know me to know that, I hop out a new pink Rolls
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| With the fifty-two Pete Rose throwback
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| Haze in my eyes, listen to Bobby Womack
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| On the same corner where Eazy-E sold coke at
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| And dawg I’mma test your education
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| What do I mean when I say I move more birds than migration?
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| I’m the nigga that’ll smoke the purple, get high as a kite
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| Down half the Goose then choke your workers
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| Don’t make me put two in your shirt, dawg I put in the work
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| Then move bags like Doony & Bert
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| And stuff work in the GMC, cause on my block
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| I’m the King of Rock like Run-D.M.C., nigga
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| I’m a mobster, with a mac-11 chopper
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| That’ll pop ya and put one through ya motherfuckin collar
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| I’m a mobster, Robin Hood’s like Kevin Costner
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| If ya fuck with my dollars I’ll make you swallow my daughters
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| I’m a mobster, I keep a bitch by my waist
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| Just in case I gotta draw down to get this big face
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| I’m a mobster, uh-huh, yeh-yeah
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| I’m a mobster, uh-huh, yeh-yeah
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| Shhhhh. |
| I got a lot to say
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| Dawg I gotta get paid that’s why I rock the lle'
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| And chop the lle' to push bricks through your block a day
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| I’ll bring terror to your squad and make you rock away
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| Don’t depend on tomorrow you can get shot today
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| I’ll spit acid on your turf and watch your block decay
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| Dawg I spit on your grave and fertilize you too
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| I hit 'em hard with 16 bars, flames and fumes
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| Somebody needs to push your infant rap back in the womb
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| Go 'head and keep talkin that shit and get your life consumed
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| I put a hole in your chest dawg the size of the moon
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| Yeah you musta been talkin, how’d you get out that soon?
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| (You fuckin snitch!) I got a chop that’ll touch yo' head like Vidal Sassoon
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| You don’t wanna see my platoon, I got gorillas and baboons
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| That won’t hesitate, they gon' do what they have to
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| When there’s beef on the streets it’s on for life like tattoos
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| It don’t matter what season, it don’t matter not a day
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| I move traffic through the city, plus I keep the right of way
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| I’m on point like Bibby, I’m the leader of the team mayne
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| Got the whole city amped just like a Lakers versus Kings game
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| Everybody’s fired up, I drop major packages
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| I’m never doin bids because my game is so immaculate
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| A bitch try to snitch, «I Can’t Deny It» like Fabolous
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| Before the evidence gatherin, someone’s in an ambulance
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| Now that’ll learn you to keep your big mouth shut
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| Those with big mouths I got the perfect size nuts
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| Yeah I do my dirt, but I wash my hands thoroughly
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| Handle my business first so I can celebrate early
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| It’s business before pleasure my business brings me pleasure
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| It feels good to be able to shine, in any type of weather
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| That’s why I do what I gotta do so my money’s lookin tight
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| Whether I’m jukin on the block or have bitches hookin lights y’know? |