Verse 1
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Max B:
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I tell niggaz to ante up
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Let the family fuck, bitch, why you pull ya panties up, stand me up
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Sit me down, hit me with the pound, I'm a keeper
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You niggaz outta style like beepers
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Bigga, he's teacher, he could show you loops that you never seen
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Fruits from the Evergreen
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I'm the quality pedigree, young Bron James with the ball
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But on the weak, I'm ashamed of y'all
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Claim the fame to call myself Bigg, Jigg, and Pac, hit the cigs a lot
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Mami, she like to lick the cock, skip the drop (skip it)
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7-60 V12 for the winter
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Take your shoes off before you enter
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Get her dentures a good cleaning, speed in 'em till they get white
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This nigga he like Mekhi Phiph', actor
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Fuck you tryna rap for, even though I'm comfty
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(They can never take the game from a young G)
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Hook
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Max B:
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Yeah
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I like six-fours and thick hoes
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Just look at the way she walk, my shit grows
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Life is a bitch, you know how the shit goes
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(They can never take the game from a young G)
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(Repeat)
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Verse 2
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Mac Mustard:
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My nigga, we stack bread, let it fly through the roof
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Take the leash off the vinyls, let 'em fly through ya Coupe
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Watch him fly off the stoop, trippin' over trashcans
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Got this shit infected like the trashman
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Cash fam will get a nigga laid on his ass fam
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Jimmy couldn't ride the wave, now he yellin' "Splash" fam, damn
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Niggaz ask what type of zone you be in
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Kuz I keep the six parked, and we drive the 5 like a UBN
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Let you pick a nigga like UPN
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And leave his brains all over the hood of his new BM
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'80's baby, raised off of Rakim and Kool G Rap
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Spit slugs that knock the pins off ya bitch doobie rap
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Leave a nigga laid out on the corner of his block
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Throw the press on and leave his ass cornered with his rocks
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Better warn him that I pop, hit his head with the warning shot
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(They can never take the game from a young G)
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Hook
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Max B:
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Yeah
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I like six-fours and thick hoes
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Just look at the way she walk, my shit grows
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Life is a bitch, you know how the shit goes
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(They can never take the game from a young G)
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(Repeat)
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Verse 3
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Max B:
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Heavy on the wristwear, shit real glittery
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I puts ya outta ya misery
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Piffery, slippery, get me in a jam, I can ease out
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Dropped the Domain, had 'em fiend out
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Had 'em bowing down to the great one, niggaz praise me like the Buddha
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My music slways moves ya, lose ya
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Leave ya in the woods till it stinks up, get ya links up
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Nigga you best to drink up
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Nigga you best, stop fuckin' with me, I'm a grizzly
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Glide through the city like a frisbee, mama dig me
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Wanna suck, fuck, wanna let the team get a taste
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I'm tryna do it in her face
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Do it for the cake, kuz it's needed, beat it
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Homie best to step, things are almost completed
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This murder case, so I'm weeded, I'm gettin' money, B
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(They can never take the game from a young G)
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Hook
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Max B:
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Yeah
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I like six-fours and thick hoes
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Just look at the way she walk, my shit grows
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Life is a bitch, you know how the shit goes
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(They can never take the game from a young G)
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(Repeat)
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Take The Game
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Max B |