They must not know where we're from, they don't know who we are
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They must not know where we're from, I'm like a movie star.
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They must not know where we're from, they don't know who we are
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They must not know where we're from, I'm like a movie star.
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Aid enough with the mean, buggin like you ain't sheen
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Nothin pop ball and they ain't nobody get between nothing
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Shut the noise up, you're calling your boys up,
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you.. get bullet how is all..
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fucking your toys up, I wanna lock with my niggas,
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I'll strap gangsta low me for spitting all rappers,
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but I'm more like a legend in the hood 'cause I'm never hood kids talk about
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cash forever in the hood,
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some G's got life is never looking good,
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at the point when I pull up with the ledder on the wood,
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tell her all good, blow money doing photo shoots with snow bunnies
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wouldn't have on the hood, but you ain't nothing hoe,
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what they're going for, niggas getting dough, do what they hitting for,
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when all me in every hood, attack you down in New Orleans,
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I bet you ..like a Larry wood,
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everywhere I go, their idea,
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think is the color, of the rally stripes on my sheavy hood.
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They must not know where we're from, they don't know who we are
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They must not know where we're from, I'm like a movie star.
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They must not know where we're from, they don't know who we are
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They must not know where we're from, I'm like a movie star.
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The sister trade me in the Ali,
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the young in zell, do you matter Brazil,
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probably the white girls lead, like Ali,
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you stand even problems, behind we my party,
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niggas act like they remember me from minutes
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like you're acting bitch right now, bout this money business
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I road through my city like a diplomat,
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Bitch I'm that, bitches like you came here with your..
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but they ain't trying kill nothing,
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but that fat ass, she spas..over bill..
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you know the deal ain't got a.. tryin to keep it real..
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and .. the cash to kill your..
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I wanna try to see, ..I don't set.
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I'm a boss, 'cause I gotta staff,
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AT the club I pour so many numbers the glock I'm signing autograph,
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she on the dance floor, she wanna party bad,
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but a shorty wanna bounce, I call the cab,
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I'm just two stepping, the Patron just chilling with my new weapon
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I roll cool weapon,
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Put me in the room ..nonbelievers rappers, a guard diva
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like star receive us,
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in the hood I'm a movie star, it's like Bruce WIllis,
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standing on the duice chillin,
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and now what, I wanna renovate my new..
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just to stimulate my crew eye.
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They Must Not Know
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