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Yo, me up some B
I'm about to lace ya'll, it out
I'm not a joke B
Whoever think I'm not
This is for punk muthafuckas
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

See the drug game was always the man's
That's Cam thought so everyday
I had a grams bought
On the transport kept it inside the

A real game, we ain't care who we blame
Shit was all the same until Guili' came with a aim
You know the nigga, a fight crime approach
Acting like a host but gettin' time for a roach

A little indo, that's when yo, I
"I'm messin' these bimbos"
It's to pimp hoes, nowadays they simp hoe
It take much to make her

Just take her to a place where it's
her the ice and might give her a fake fur
'Cause girls I control classy
Old and sassy, old and

I ain't gonna front nigga Gold, he gassed me
But now I'm flowin' fastly, jazzy
Just a while ago, I was badly
We was on the low wit Aggie but now what we

Range Ro' and Navy size
My girl yo she pies
A Benz is what my drives
You Qeet' nigga, executive thug

But she respects me and
Don't let your meet her slug
Until she out and layed out
Ineffections of

A lil' thick chick that'll quick
Do anything for the dick
You know what else that me?
I find shit a riddle

How come you got a lot?
say you got a little
Like they say you act a funny
'Cause you got a money
And you did a song and made a little money

Oh, you know my
Oh, you you a little star
'Cause you got a little
And you drive a car

I prove all are liars
Saying they got a fire
Hang 'em up on a barber
Yo, you you got attire
To the like Stoudamire

Yeah, I'm a harsh that drink hard liquor
A six Benz car getter, you know
He ain't rich, he's a figure
deep, hangs with Jews
Chills up at their

He loves the
Now we eat at
Seen Ed Lover and Dre
We them niggas who the man
Pulled the out on these niggas one time

And even Cuda ran, you that I'm a skitzo
Who to calypso but I'm quick though
And old school hungry, hungry hippo
Ask my Queens how I get dough kiko

Now I up clicks, eat up chicks
Ask my man how I up shit
And when I'm out of work, I got to re-up
six the same pies, drink from Cris' to St. Ides
Every hit my rise and no bitch I ain't high

I've hotter since
I was in hittin' pinatas
You win nada, on I got put on
By and Big Poppa

So I'm you sat down
I ain't want Un to bring the gats down
He spat rounds, I heard that nigga clap
But me I never down

My mother, she can sign
I know you're thinkin' that 'bout that time
Nigga I wanna that
So go ahead and rewind it