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Verse 1
Come on, man
Boyz, the label niggas
Oh, shit
Yeah, they ain't light that up
Oh, shit
Ayo, yeah
a ten -foot pole, pole
They ain't crooks, man,
they fold like books, yeah
caught up on the hook shit
for the gittin' gittin'
started spittin' spittin'
shits was hittin' hittin'
the spot was shittin' on me
I proved them fuckers wrong
and once again it's on
Or better yet,
Listen up, fuck what they talk about
I'm not afraid to walk the route
and build this family up
Motherfuck
niggas bring the real shit
that's who I deals with
and the know -how
Texas what we flirtin' with
what you workin' with?
where's the rap drug till
You fuckers really need
to recognize that I'm skills
as good as your last song
I stay with some new shit
that's how we do shit
freaks get the freakin' on
all weekend long
His shorty tried to warn him,
but yet he couldn't hear her
him, layin' in the spy form
the big boys
Ay yo, put the mic up louder, louder
Yeah, ay yeah
niggas bring the real shit
that's what that deals with
and the know -how
chicks is what we're flippin' with
what you workin' with?
I runs with big niggas,
Queens official crack stars
they only like black cars
out when they jump out
up in the trunk out
Till the money comes,
South
Jamaica,
Them queens niggas get dope
with his boys
The message's been sent
Let's get out, not try to tell it man
What you say cousin?
niggas bring the real shit
guess what that deals with?
let's get the dough now
and the know -how
takes us what we flirtin' with
what you workin' with?
Thank
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