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[Hook:] |
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Y'all *****z ain't real, y'all impostures |
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Matter fact fake is a disease, y'all need doctors |
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If that's the case, I promise I ain't never had a cold |
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Real is healthy, been like that since I was zero years old |
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Y'all *****z ain't real, y'all impostures |
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Matter fact fake is a disease, y'all need doctors |
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You boys playing gangsta roles, y'all deserve an Oscar |
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Soon as they handcuff ya, you telling em all about us |
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Talkative ass *****, won't you shut the ***** up |
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Every morning you say about thirty words, before you get the ***** up |
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Talking bout I seen so and so, counting a couple hundred thousand |
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And when so and so get robbed, you can blame it on all your mouthing |
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Go to Channel 2, fill out an application be on the news crew |
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Cause doing that for free in these streets, is what a damn fool do |
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Telling the wrong person, well homie had his money hidden |
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Think it's making homie look good, but setting him up is what he did |
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I don't need your big eyed ass, looking at what I'm doing |
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And I don't need your big mouth ass, talking bout what I'm doing |
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Mind your bidness, I'm a professional at doing that |
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My name good in the hood, can't let you ******* *****z ruin that |
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Ain't Z-Ro in that condo downtown, by the Toyota Center |
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All you do is gossip like a ******* bro, you are no beginner |
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Telling *****z I drop out twenty bands, on that grey van |
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But Mr. McVey the only one, need to know what's in Mr. McVey's hand |
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Lonely ass *****z, trying to get me at the red light |
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They wanna follow me home, cause you told em I got my bread right |
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Pillow talking with them *******, like girl I know Ro |
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Matter fact I sold him that Bentley, you seen the fo' do' |
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Pair of lips crossed out in a circle, should be your logo |
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Ain't no listeners around here, no snitching allowed |
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Weren't you suppose to keep a secret, you gon' mention out loud |
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But I bet ya be quiet, right after you get your brains knocked out and shut up |