(*2Pac*)
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I won't deny it, I'm a straight rider
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You don't wanna fuck with me
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(*talking*)
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Uh yeah what, PJ uh what
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Boss Hogg Outlawz what, here I go uh
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[PJ]
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PJ bitch, better ask somebody
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Busting heads is my job, man this rapping's just a hobby
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No this ain't no lodi-dodi, cause we are live shit
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Never change for a bitch, what ya see is what ya get
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Boss Hogg is my click, playa haters suck a dick
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If I hear ya talking down, I'm putting a price on ya bitch
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It ain't hard to get rich, you niggaz gotta want it
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When my voice hit the mic, yo I murder my opponents
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The truth hurts don't it bitch, take it like a man
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I'm a winner, so pretenders can't roll like I can
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The truth hurts don't it bitch, take it like a man
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I'm a winner, so pretender can't roll like I can
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The truth hurts don't it bitch, take it like a man
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I'm a winner, so pretenders can't roll like I can
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Like Nas said bitch, all I need is one mic
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Turn a priest into a player, turn a nun to a dyke
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On a first class flight, bout to meet with Tyra Banks
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If she sucking I'ma stay, round trip if she ain't
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Candy blue paint, what the Hogg niggaz roll
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Leaving hoes pussy swoll, Northside still hold
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See I'm in control, seeing big bank folds
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While you scrubs on the bench, man I'm balling in the pro'
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Like Slim I'm a thug, like Kyleon I'm a killer
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I stack mail daily, I'm a Boss Hogg nigga
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Name getting bigger, but the fame ain't shit
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Time to fill up the vault, put my family on rich
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PJ bitch, trill nigga rap hustling
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Take it how you wanna, that's the end of discussion
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[Hook - 2x]
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(All I need is one mic), naw-naw I'ma need two
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So I can show these bitch niggaz, what a gangsta can do
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(All I need is two mics), naw-naw I'ma need three
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So I can show these bitch niggaz, this gangsta in me
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[Kyleon]
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Pick out the spot, time and place to meet ya
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So I can greet ya, and fuck up ya facial features
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Replacing ya preachers, with two glocks you finna get grounded
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We coming to your crib like cops, and we finna surround it
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Keep fucking with me, and your ass finna get clowned quick
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Cause ya ass out of line dog, you way out of bounds bitch
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I know how this sound bitch, but I'm use to plex
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Niggaz constantly shooting slugs, yeah I'm use to that
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This ain't about the North or South, what type of excuse is that
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Rayface we have a problem, and I got the solution to that
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I hear these undercover brothers, with they speaking in they songs
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Trying to do it on the cool, but really beefing in they songs
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I thought we was grown men, say it directly to a nigga
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Cause you sounding like women, especially to a nigga
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I tell ya what Rayface, they better start respecting a nigga
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I'm trying to be nice, I don't wanna have to check me a nigga
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I tell ya what Rayface, they better start respecting a nigga
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I'm trying to-(you don't wanna fuck with me), a-a-a nigga
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I tell ya what Rayface, they better start respecting a nigga
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I'm trying to be nice, I don't wanna have to check me a nigga
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Hit they ass with the rifle, and have to stretch me a nigga
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Or pull that thang let it rain, have to wet me a nigga
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Niggaz quick to jump out, and hide they hands behind they back
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And talk bullshit, and try hide flows behind the track bitch
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[Hook - 2x]
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[Lil' Mel]
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Like a band major, I keep a instrument that'll make noise
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Remind you on Blow, cock it and pop it and break jaws
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I'm back, I told 'em Northside wasn't far
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Boss Hogg Outlawz, we the law fuck the law
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Daily told em, how we act a fool when we cruise
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22 plus 2's, dripping trucks coated blue
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Y'all done looked fucked you up nigga, they trailing gangsta like me
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But G, so nigga don't be like me get like me
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I'm the same nigga, that run game nigga
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To the bitch you love, kiss her and go down and lick her
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Hundred percent, real and with what I represent
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There's no his tell but ends, if I hailed for ten
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Hundred percent, real and with what I represent
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There's no his tell but ends, if I hailed for ten
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Hundred percent, real and with what I represent
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There's no his tell but ends, if I hailed for ten
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| The Mel strangling beats, to the green a |
