| Yeah…
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| Pull up knocking my own shit
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| Cup of drank, and a Reeses Pieces
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| I don’t fuck with leases
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| If I’m behind the wheel I own it
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| Bad bitch and she gotta be sitting on grown men
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| Tell me what the fuck you want from me
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| If you ain’t talking about no money get the fuck off my phone then
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| Jacker run up on me, I’m a blow your dome in
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| Even though I got a C on my back, and my car got a B on it’s back
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| But we still get along then
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| I always look like «please leave me the fuck alone then…»
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| Niggas excited wanna get a picture, but really be trying to getcha
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| Fucking with me, I bet they gon dead before the song end
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| I started this singing and rapping shit way back in 96'
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| Just me and Bone Thugs and Harmony and Klondike Kat who else that’s it
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| 19 years later still running on this Rap A Lot lawn Rappers
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| Yes I’m running that
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| So many haters on my way every day
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| Every time I get an opportunity they jump in front of that
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| Sold my Bentley I had to get another one
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| If I don’t do no shows I’m gonna suffer some
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| These men just always be trippin
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| I’m a do it myself
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| Fuck trying to find another one
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| I see smiling faces, but behind smiling faces
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| They be so evil
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| So if you see me in public don’t run up on me homie
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| Fuck you and fuck your people
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| Legendary is my middle name
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| The realest ever is my boulevard
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| I can do nothing with no pocket change
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| I fear no man I only fear my Lord
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| This one for my real G’s throwing up your hood
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| This one for my real G’s diamonds up against the wood
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| This one for my real G’s coming down looking good
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| And this one for my real G’s
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| I’m way too real for them and that’s why they can’t feel me
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| I was ready to give up the rap game
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| And pick up a kilo of cocaine
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| I don’t think y’all really hear me
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| If you a weak ass nigga don’t bring none of that damn near me
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| I’m the muthafucking man around here
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| You don’t need no glances
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| You don’t even need a shot of Visine to see it clearly
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| I know you don’t wanna see me living swell
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| Lay down a muthafucker coz I’m having a ball
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| You wanna see me in a living hell
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| This lil nigga named Sam think he live like me
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| Put his bitch ass in a hospital
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| He won’t survive like me
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| They say they love God, they really love Satan
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| Yes they sold they soul, guess they got tired of waiting
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| Just coz you ain’t' signed right now
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| That don’t mean you ain’t never gonna sign
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| All you had to do is keep on praying
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| Pants so tight boy you need to be ashamed
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| Legs looking like a man with the legs of a Great Dane
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| No sweat suit model ass nigga you a lame
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| You’s a bitch, in my book I’m a call you Jane
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| Hard as a muthafucker on your album cover huh
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| Catch yo ass in real life and you ain’t' fucking with a brother huh
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| That’s why I bought yo ass a Chevrolet
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| While I be on corners in that Bently Coupe like every day
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| Ro tha Vandross
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| They put a hit on me
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| But I don’t really give a shit homie
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| I got more than just that 45th on me
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| And I’m knocking all y’all haters down like dominos |