Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... its real shit nigga
You niggas say somethin slick, youll get SLAPPED for that
You niggas schemin on some jewels, youll get CLAPPED for that
If yall niggas want war, I got the MACK for that
Run up with some work, and get your head CRACKED for that
Nigga if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it
The bullshit Im in right now nigga, Ive been on it (yeah)
If I dont eat, nobody eat, code of the street
No surrender, no retreat, my niggas rollin with heat (woo)
Youll know my stees, I spark trees, under palm trees
Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys
Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay
Your people make a G day, you aint rich, you just ok
I take the stand under oath and lie
Before I snitch on my clique, Ill fry
Or watch time go by
Niggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab
In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed em, deserve to die
You gettin money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your gun nigga (yeah), you on the run nigga (yeah)
You treat a grown man, like he ya son (nigga)
Yo, I aint the first parolee, to catch his nigga for his rolee
And after being on the street, less than a week
Look, niggas who know me, know Im up to no good
Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood
Why smack a nigga silly, when I can squeeze the nilly (squeeze that shit)
A slugll split a niggas ass, worst than the philly
I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita
My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her
It hurted when I left, but I knew I didnt need her
If it wasnt for my seed, I wouldnt even hafta see her
She tried to front like she dont need me, she miss me, believe me
Its that soap opera shit, the bitch watch too much TV
Aight you niggas tryin to do too much (STOP FRONTIN)
Them little bit of chips you got son, (AIN"T NOTHIN)
I seen you with your whip outside (YOU STUNTIN)
You spent your last on that (YOU AINT HOLDIN NOTHIN)
Rap niggas, they actin like they ready to flip
When I let off a clip, it aint a part of the script
Its like tradition, rap niggas, dyin they whips
So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my shit
You a 6 coupe nigga, but you gears behind
Nigga yours a 92, mines a 99
Your not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed
Shallow up a seed, Ill write it down so you can read
If youve been listening, I know youve been loving what I said
If not you dumb fuck, I just run over your head
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