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Told y'all, y'all should of never let no limit in this muthafucka' |
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Cuz once we get in, we be takin' over shit |
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And we gone off that chopsuey, marinatin' |
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Blowin' switches to da world(Bitch, fuck ya) |
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I'm 'bout the baddest nigga, no doubt |
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From West to the |
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South, back to ya house |
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Nigga in an out quickly, stick ye for ya whole fifty(What?) |
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Nigga, I'm on bitches, quickly |
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Niggas can't stick me they tries but they dies |
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They'll fuck around, |
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I ain't lying, fuck wit me, you out yo' mind |
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I'll slap you wit my right hand and |
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I'm still writing wit it |
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Hands quicker than lightning but fuck fighting |
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Bread, ice is why |
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I'm slicing cake |
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You niggas need to bow down to the street king |
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From the 3rd |
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Ward(Calliope, hoe) |
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Bitch that's it |
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New Orleans |
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Face like an 8th |
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Grader, ain't the bigga nigga, a wind might blow |
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But while |
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I'm here, a deaf person won't fuck wit me if they don't know |
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Man, No Limit run this bitch like a marathon |
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Bitch, my click is thick |
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Deeper than a whole |
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Southern down baritone |
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How da fuck y'all gon' fade me? |
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How da fuck y'all gon' play me? |
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That's how we made it, from knocking niggas out |
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Who try to fucking play me |
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Y'all think y'all could but y'all can't |
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That's money in the bank, how da fuck y'all gon' stop a |
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TankI ain't takin' no shorts |
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Whether it be in this rap game or the dope game |
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Bitch I'm still the man |
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I ain't takin' no shorts |
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Whether it be in this rap game or the dope game |
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Bitch I'm still the man |
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I say hustler, fuck these busters |
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Who da fuck gon' stop me? |
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None of y'all |
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Bitches be in my face |
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I gets the gun, run all of y'all' |
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Cuz y'all some tricks |
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Stop tricking these hoes stop bitching these hoes |
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Punk ass niggas be having dicks |
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Y'all need to have clicks you punk ass hoes |
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I stay posted from sun down to sun up, you run up, you get done up |
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Best believe the spot get hot like summer' |
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Cuz I be the man, look deep into my eyes |
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Bitch y'all get scared by the 6 foot 6 wise guy |
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Mr. like shoot it out wit the police |
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Mr. I gives a fuck, |
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I gots this |
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D seventeen 5 a key |
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Birds, you haven't heard? |
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I'm from that 3rd, bitch when shit get bad |
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I put the dope up my stars on the curb |
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And start hitting fools, in the dice game |
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I might man, hit 'em all night man' |
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Cuz I'm all night long gone off that fucking night train |
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No doubts, |
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I'm in the house |
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Outs the back when the police hit |
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No doubt they can't catch me |
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I'm out this bitch |
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I ain't takin' no shorts |
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Whether it be in this rap game or the dope game |
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Bitch I'm still the man |
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I ain't takin' no shorts |
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Whether it be in this rap game or the dope game |
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Bitch I'm still the man |
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I ain't takin' no shorts |
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Whether it be in this rap game or the dope game |
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Bitch I'm still the man |
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I'm the man, |
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I'm the man, |
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I'm the man(Who's the man?) |
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I'm the man, bitch |
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I'm the man |