[Intro - Gangsta Boo]
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Yo, yo... What the fuck's goin' on
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With all you undercover-ass playa haters
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All motha-fuckin' snitch
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My nigga T. Rock shit
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What the fuck y'all tryin' to do?
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Y'all tryin' to hold us down or somethin'?
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Ya know what I'm sayin', you niggas can't do that
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'Cause we 'bout it baby
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Ya know what I'm sayin', it's all good
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We can see you, but you can't see us nigga
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Me and the Rockafella, T Rock baby
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ATL, Memphis, the whole motha-fuckin' south
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And you know that nigga
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[T. Rock]
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Can I begin the story of a nigga
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Tryin' to make a million for eternity
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In the city of Atlanta
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Reapin', wreck an angel from a grandma
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But it ain't no way for me to make green
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'Til my nigga T-Low introduced me
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To Mac and The Kaze
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Then no one could stop me
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All that juice to her, I swear ?
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? Prophet P and recruited me
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Nigga I turned to Prophet Posse
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Not a gangsta, but a getter, intellect, nationwide
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Spittin' fury out my Range and ride
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Burnin' rappers like bacon fried
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Won't you tell me who'll stop a playa 50 rollin' nationwide
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Provin' high niggas that you anxious
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Replace his thang on busterous trains and camps
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Watch us from gauges, we snatchin' your soul
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And vote it Heaven or hell, you lames can vamp it
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And you's a nigga tryna spread a story
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'Bout some shit that didn't happen in my lifetime
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All you fakers and phonies are on the edge
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Like a superstar man walkin' tightlines
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Ever want a nigga on the white grind
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Nationwide niggas on the rise
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Sportin' a disguise, creep up on ya
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And it don't matter what ??
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Triple 6 kill like clan and T. Rock
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Rockafella stretch a million other papers
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Won't you realize
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A nigga finally came up in the game
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All you freaks who used to dis know what you can kiss
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Act like I don't know, you got to deal it straight
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Now you burnin' niggas down to a crisp
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And I don't risk 'cause I'm T. R-O-C-K
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Tryna reap pay, other tricks sleeze ways
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Runnin' hoochies with gold in their mouths
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And take all of their goods, and not leave with no leave-way
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[T. Rock]
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1 - Nigga yean know
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Nigga, yean know
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We rollin' clean rides
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And we blowin' hella dope, nigga
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Repeat 1
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[Gangsta Boo]
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Do a motha-fuckin' S.O.S.
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Step on sight, what the fuck you gonna do when you bleed?
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I'll be comin' with the Prophet Posse
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Know that Gangsta Boo
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I'm 'bout the baddest bitch that you ever seen
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How many times you wanna hold me down
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But like that named Puffy, bitch, I would not go
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All the other stupid shit that you be kickin'
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When I'm pimpin', when you slip, run into my front door
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I be rollin' with them niggas that's out the projects
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You wanna bet
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?W-L? dub your whole motha-fuckin' chest
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Bet you bottom dolla, make you holla, wanna come and hit me
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It's money over bitches, yeah
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I'm the type of bitch that be kickin' shit
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The type of bitch that be takin' other bitches' dick
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The type of bitch that be all about a paper chip
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The type of bitch that ride with the Triple 6
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[T. Rock]
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Miss steady and the Rockafella crew can load clips
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With lyrical ???? the whole slip
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Gangsta Boo got ????? take and slap a trick down to the floor
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And give her swole lips
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[Gangsta Boo]
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It's all good, I think I got her to a 5
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Got you finally realizin' you be hypnotized
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Me and my nigga T. Rock ???
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We smoked out straight to Atlanta, live
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Repeat 1 to fade
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Nigga Yeah Know
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| Gangsta Boo |
