[Young Buck:]
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Yeah, you know what it is
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Aiyyo, it's a hater in this muh'fucker tonight
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Point his ass out, G-Unit South
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A dirty nigga with a whole lot of ice on
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We serve niggas mommas just to keep our lights on
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Fuck credit, I ain't fuckin with y'all
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When I was locked up, niggas wouldn't answer my calls
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I pick my Glock up, broke down a damn eightball
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And hit the block up, yeah we sell grams and all
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But here the haters come, I done went and bought me a Chevy
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I got drive out tags on twenty-fo's already
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Let me circle back around, let my window down
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Ay where that nigga now? I don't even hear a sound
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You know they hate you when ya rich, and love when you're broke
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Fleas turn into ticks and the bitches get ya smoked
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I'm a "Gangsta Grill" on 'em, pop a pill on 'em
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I see a lil' murder went and got the deal on 'em
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So go on say my name, shit, I don't blame ya
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Just know that that bitch that you whip ain't no angel nigga
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[Hook: Young Buck]
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I just flip more bricks when they talk about me
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I just buy more whips when they talk about me
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I just stack my chips when they talk about me
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Think about it, what would you haters do without me?
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I just fuck niggas hoes when they talk about me
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I just roll up the 'dro when they talk about me
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We go to war, that's fo' sho' when they talk about me
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Think about it, what would you haters do without me?
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[Lloyd Banks:]
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Uhh, the hood's not feelin you, I'm in a $100, 000 vehicle
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Schemin through, makin 'em stare, that's what the earrings do
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I'm never compared to you, I'm willin and prepared to do
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Anything I gotta do; man I'll shit on a lot of you
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Park in front the W and let the doors lift
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I could smell a hater, damn near get what the dog will sniff
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I been here before bitch, fitted low, long fifth
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Nothin but chronic and chrome, that full grown piff
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Niggas know Banks is real, candy paint DeVille
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Iced out "Gangsta Grill", hit the gas, shank the wheel
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If you pay attention I could show you how to make a mil'
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With the pen, with a pill, I'm walkin 'round with the steel
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Chill, before you get your ass tossed up
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Beat up and choked, 'til information is coughed up
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I'm ridin with the four tucked, bullet-proof war truck
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Them G-Unit niggas don't give a fuck, ask Buck
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[Hook: w/ ad libs]
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[Tony Yayo:]
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Damn it feels good to see people up on it
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Used to be broke now I floss and I flaunt it
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Don't ever buy your album, word to mother
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Not even a bootleg with the blurry cover
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Burn rubber in the Benz we glarin, chain glarin
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Things starin, I'm hot so stop comparin
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Yo it's T-O-N-Y, cook like a chemist
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The six be the color of spinach
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On a boardwalk to Venice, stashbox holdin the tec
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So I could cook a nigga brain like Hannibal Lec'
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I got the money, the power and a big set of balls
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Niggas slow your roll, I'll put your face on the wall
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I get birds for dirt cheap, I get that dough
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And put pieces on your strip the size of your big toe
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I'm out in A-T-L, smokin granddaddy
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On the rubberband tires on the brand new Caddy, YEAH!
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[Hook: w/ ad libs]
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[Young Buck:]
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Yeah, GANGSTA GRIZZILLS!
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You know what it is nigga, aiyyo
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Holla when you see some real niggas, YEAH!
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DJ Drama, Cannon, trend setters
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Do ya thang mayne, G-UNIT!
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[Fades out]
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Talk Bout Me
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