[Chorus:]
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Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One
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You done when I see you (David Banner, banner)
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Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), (yeah, yeah) Two (2), (ay) One
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You done when I see you (ay)
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Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), (yeah, yeah, yeah), Two (2), One run
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You done when I see (see) you (you) (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ay)
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Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One (what it is pimp I know ya'll miss me man)
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You done when I see (see) you (you)
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Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), (here I am muthaf****), One run
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You done when I see (see) you (you) (ay)
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[Verse 1:]
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what it is the king back in the building
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Still stacking and building
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Still rappin to children
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Jeopardizing ya deals, ballin buyin ya wheels
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Like it's back when we was lil and it's still time to kill
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Quick displayin ya skills
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Way underpayin ya bills
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Spend a day in the field
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So how you sayin you real
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Niggaz could never live how I live, you ain't deserving
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My lifestyle's urban, never met me in person
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Just my bread suburban, in a red suburban
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On 24's, 20 hoes givin head, I'm swerving
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Fuck boys piss they pants, scared and nervous
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I'm shell-shocked, black out like I been in the service
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Clean cut and reserved, but I tote George Garvin
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The closest thang you hoes seen to picture perfect
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Your rose gold king, my ring tight as a virgin cop
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Your dream I stopped fo I seen the top, nigga
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[Chorus (2x):]
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Five (5). Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), (what!), One
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You done when I see (see), you (you) (ya days are numbered shawty)
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Five (5), Four (4), Three (3), Two (2), One run
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You done when I see (see), you (you) (countdown pimp)
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[Verse 2:]
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I treat the beats like the streets
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On em I do what I want to
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I ain't gotta confront you, I'll kill you if I want to
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Roam amongst monsters, kill homes and front you
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That lil nigga swearin he bad, eat him for lunch too
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Fuck you niggaz, Dominique slam dunk you niggaz
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Sucker punch aan one of you niggaz
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I was being nice at first now I'm runnin thru niggaz
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Whole crews, not just one or two niggaz
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Cuz you aint representin the south, you just embarassin
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See you on tv in New York, them niggaz laugh at us
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The reason why D.J.'s didn't have a clue I was fabulous
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Now a days, not playin my records well, hell it's hazardous
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All this cussin, fussin, loud discussion's out of my character
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Bustin these niggaz melons and threatnin all of they managers
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P.$.C. is Atlanta, so how you playin and handlin
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Gorillaz wit bananaz, without playin and banishing
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King of the south, it was said once then
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Took a while to comprehend, now it all sunk in
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On the low, deal a mil, I ain't done, come again
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Room dead, scene fled, fo the fedz runnin in pimp
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[Chorus (2x)]
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[Verse 3:]
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comin live from the terror dome
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Shinin lights on niggaz who got they skirts on tight wit mascara on
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All I have ever known, is 28 in the zone
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Give me a day and its gon, a brick of yay and it's on
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You have never known, me to run less I'm gunnin at niggaz domes
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And runnin em out the own territory
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Every story got a flip side to it, and ya disc ain't shit less the click ride to it
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And I'm gon show you how the Westside do it
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In the A, not Cali, Bankhead, Simpson Valley
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Every crack in every alley, sellin crack to every Tom, Dick, and Harry
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Every Kim, Sue, and Sally, till I tally up
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A big enough knot to buy me a yacht
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So then my pistols and my patnaz really all that I got
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I'm not, playin at all, I'm sprayin em all
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Still drop em down to size if they say that I'm small man
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Pussy cats can't worry ya dawg
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Throwin stones at the throne, I'm a bury ya all man
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Know ya faggot niggaz hate that I'm ballin
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Makin 30k a day and blow it all at the mall and man I
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Can't relate to what you rap on stage
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Nigga cuz I been sellin yay since I was bow wow's age nigga
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Hear my daddy and cousin talking to me from the grave
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And all they sayin is young nigga get paid
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[Chorus (4x)]
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Countdown
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T.I. |