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(Singing) |
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La da da da da |
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Ooh, oh, ooh |
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(MJG) |
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MJG with his hand on a black steel figure |
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Sent three tricks up to backwoods river |
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Give me, uh, the mother****ing chump wanna fight me |
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Kick the shit out ya ass quite nicely |
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Swangin' round the corner got my game tight, ready |
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Rollin' one deep in the SS Chevy |
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Hoes, in blow up clothes trying to get my full attention |
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But don't say shit if ya don't get mentioned |
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Drinkin' 80 proof gin, chiefin' green, sticky dope |
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Ya ass don't smoke if ya ass don't choke |
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I'm too thick to be faded, Heinz 57 thickness |
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I freeze ya ass with the mother****ing quickness |
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It's the grease that be straight out the street that I deliver |
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Shit so cold it make ya insides shiver |
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If a nigga twenty holding, twenty mother****ing minutes |
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I blow the strength out the bitch damn splitted |
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Hellafied, mackadocious blow the better of the hay |
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Ya gets no hit if ya ass don't pay |
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Lay ya ass down jacker ain't no money to be took |
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I shot the shit out the got damn crook |
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(Chorus) |
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I'm a good damm man, I'm a good damm man |
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Just can't stand that I'm a good damm man and I'm cool |
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I'm a good damm man, I'm a good damm man |
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Pimp all hoes and, uh take on niggas too |
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I'm a good damm man, I'm a good damm man |
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Just can't stand that I'm a good damm man and I'm cool |
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Good damm man |
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(Verse 2) |
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Pimp tight nigga for real slash lavish |
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Don't chase dreams if ya can't count cabbage |
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And even if a woman gets dinner to give me some |
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It ain't no bitch worth my whole income |
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Force dir ho, you ain't no virgin have you heard |
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See hoes get broke tryin' to break past the word |
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Ain't no ignorant mother****ers residing in my zone |
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Cause most sad folks got they own damn home |
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It's been too many times that I've been ganked and double-crossed |
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The game got grown and the game got tossed |
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Back in my ass, jabbing me fast, I had to shake |
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What I worked to make the side that wants to take |
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I get the notion that there's a fire in the kitchen, feel the flames |
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The heat about to cook up ya whole damn thang |
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Get ya hand back reaching for mine, suicide |
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The **** got slapped out, the nigga knew he died |
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It's his own damn fault, you know that busta brought it on |
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Stay in a child's place if ya ass ain't grown |
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And you do not prostitute hoes that work for me |
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Collect my loot out the got damn streets |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse 3) |
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Right now you know the name is M-J-G |
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Knock trick punks off the block daily |
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I can say we was ****ing you up, you was squealing |
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Put three caps in the sniper on the building |
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Fill him up, shovel his ass, drop his ass, then cut him |
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Now you don't look so bad mother**** him |
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I'm bout tired of bitch niggas and I'm tired of bitch hoes |
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But I guess that's the way life goes |
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Cause it grows, cousin workin' on schemes, sale dreams |
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Don't know shit about the hip-hop scene |
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Breakin' you clean, using ya ideas, what they doin' |
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Signed ya life on the line now ya ruined |
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I'm a realist and a leader not a follower |
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Break soft shit that the nation can't swallow |
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Never can be stopped, new on the block poet |
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Read the **** out the thread when you sew it |
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(Singing) |
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La da da da da |
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Good damm man |
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(Chorus (x3)) |
