Bitch Ass,
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I ain't looking for no gun play so why you got your hand on your grip ?
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I got my fist balled up because I'm ready to fight bitch
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I can hear a lot of yapping, but I just don't see no action
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What you done forgot how to walk ? Nigga you ain't bout no scrappin
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Bitch you low offendin me so no matter what you getting wooped
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I'm gon shake you with the first punch and take you out wit the hook
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An old fashioned ass woopin you run yo mouth to much
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We couldn't talk it over like men I had to reach out and touch
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Yo man hood and yo jaw up at the same time
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Don't get up off the ground boy cause victory is mine
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Don't let this embarrassment get that ass killed
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Try to retaliate nigga and yo cap I will pill
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Respect my heart I was born with thug in my blood
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Respect my mind unless you just ready to die
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Nigga picture me I'm like Tyson and Holyfield back to back
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And in a matter of seconds I'll lay this whole club flat
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Look at you now PUNTA ! (damn look at him)
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This is what you send at me
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These are your fuckin niggaz lyin on the ground (naw naw)
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I told you bitchez don't fuck wit me
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You fuckin cockaroaches don't want none
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What ? What the fuck are looking at ? (nothing man, nothing)
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You still want some ? (naw)
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Send the rest of yo gumba's and take it to the streetz
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(naw we don't won't no problems, we don't got no problems)
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{Chorus Magic}
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If you got beef
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Then take it to the streetz HA HA !
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Throw up yo hands motherfucka let's see if you really got beef
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If you got beef
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Then take it to the streetz HA HA !
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Throw up yo hands motherfucka let's see if you really got beef
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If you got beef
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Then take it to the streetz HA HA !
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Throw up yo hands motherfucka let's see if you really got beef
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If you got beef
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Then take it to the streetz NIGGA !
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Throw up yo hands nigga let's see if you really got beef
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Verse 2:
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Now you was suppose to be bad (HUNGH)
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You was suppose to be ruff (WHAT)
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But you done fucked up
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Now I'm bout to tear this fuckin club up
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You don't wanna battle me hand on hand combat
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I'm like a gladiator demolish you nigga and that's that
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It's a fact
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I can tell by the way that you act
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You jus a bitch made nigga thats need of a smack
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Any hoe that you came wit she leavin wit me (Come on hoe)
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I done ruined yo reputation now stay off the street
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You jus a lil born pussy that waitin to get fucked
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Suckered for the right, Momma never told you to duck
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Left right combo I'm gon drop all of you niggaz
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Before I finish
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I want to know how the fuck did you figure
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That you can stand around wit Mr. Magic
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This some shit I can't tolerate I can't have it
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You couldn't beat me if I tied my fuckin hands to my feet
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You want me then nigga take it to the street
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{Chorus Magic}
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You got beef
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Then take it to the streetz HA HA !
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Throw up yo hands motherfucka let's see if you really got beef
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You got beef
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Then take it to the streetz NIGGA !
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Throw up yo hands nigga let's see if you really got beef
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Take it to the Streetz
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| Magic |
