*featuring B.G., Lac
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[Baby]
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For sure, lil' one
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Off top, playboy
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Look here
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These lil' young jive motherfuckers just jumpin' off the porch
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[B.G.]
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Let me at 'em
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[Baby]
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Better catch they motherfuckin' cut, nigga
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Look, this block is mine
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And I don't need these niggas playin' with our hoes
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'Cause they're my hoes (say, playboy)
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I done fucked the whole block already, ya understand
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[B.G.]
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We don't even want you comin' 'round no more
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[Baby]
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Bitch-ass nigga, catch your cut
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We got this shit, wodie
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[B.G.]
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Gotta hustle
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[verse 1]
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[Baby + (B.G.)]
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Back where I started on my set in black (Uh-huh)
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Hopped out the passenger side of my 'Lac (Then what?)
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Under my nuts was two ounces of crack (Yeah?)
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My lil' nigga, Geezy, say he needed a stack (For sure)
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Fronted my lil' wodie a ounce of crack
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The bricks look the same, but them youngsters be strapped
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From snortin' dope smokin' momo's, and jackin'
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Old folks scared that's why they be snappin' (What?)
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callin the law, look-a-who'n and rattin'
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I told the young nigga to learn to mack
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Pop in a Too $hort tape
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[B.G.]
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"Born to Mack"
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[Baby + (B.G.)]
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We hard-headed head bustas
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We don't give a fuck - untamed motherfuckers
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Jumped off the porch as a young motherfucker (What?)
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My momma's dead (what)
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My daddy's dead (What?)
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My brother's a dope fiend, I'm duckin' the Fed (You lyin')
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Word got around that a nigga was paid (Yeah?)
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Supplied the whole uptown - word was said (Yeah?)
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With quarters and halves (Yeah?), chickens and bricks (Yeah?)
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Bundles of dope and ounces and shit
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We drive Bentley's and Jags (What?),Corvettes and bikes (What?)
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Two Mercedes Wagons with kits and lights (What?)
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(?) and Prowlers (What?), Suburbans and jets (What?)
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Twenty-inch momo's with a-thousand a bet (For sure)
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[Hook2x (B.G.)]
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Big Tymers - they g's, too
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Them niggas'll creep, too
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They'll slang iron where your family sleep, too
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Big Tymers - they thug, too
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Them niggas sell drugs, too
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They don't just stunt - Baby and Fresh'll bust, too
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[Mannie Fresh + (B.G.)]
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What?
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Now, I know you been waitin', playa, all night long (For what?)
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For me to say, "Fuck a bitch," in a tight-ass song (What?)
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Well, this the one, lil' daddy: fuck that bitch (Fuck her)
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Y'all know who I'm talkin' 'bout - she can suck my dick (Eat up)
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They wanna be with a nigga when your money come right (for real?)
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When shit get bad, them hoes clean outta sight (For real?)
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B.G. downed the broad and he passed her to Juvy (What?)
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Baby got the bitch, and he put her in a movie
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Triple-X rated (Huh?)
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Joe Casey say, "The bitch ate it."
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Our two D.J.'s say, "The bitch can't be faded."
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Once again, it's on
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The bitch jammed up with Stone (Then what?)
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Wayne and Turk did the bitch when we left her alone
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Then the sharks, nigga (Sharks?)
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Yes, the sharks, nigga (Yes, the sharks, nigga)
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Fucked the bitch in her ass in the park, nigga (In the park, nigga)
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I don't know that lil' nigga, but I'ma pass her to him
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Motherfuck that dog ass, jive bitch: Kim
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[Hook (B.G.)]
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Big Tymers don't trust hoes
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Big Tymers don't love hoes
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After they finished with 'em, them niggas, they'll shove hoes
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Big Tymers - they toss hoes
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They don't brown-nose
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They think they all that, they got the whole clique down them hoes
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Big Tymers don't trust hoes
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Big Tymers don't love hoes
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After they finished with 'em, them niggas, they'll shove hoes
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Big Tymers - they toss hoes
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Them niggas don't brown-nose
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They think they all that, they got the whole clique down them hoes
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[Lac]
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What, what, what,
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We put diamonds, and Rolies, and bracelets, and rings, and
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necklace, and pendants, and $'s, and chains, and
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twenty's on Bentley's, and Prowlers, and Jaguars
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Cadillac's, and Benzes, and Beamer's, and fast cars
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Houses and mansions with marble and mink floors
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Movie-screen TV's with automatic glass doors
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Hoes say they love me, but friendships don't last, though
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We rich but we fucked up from shit with the last hoes
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The dollar ain't on the chest, the body is still tatted
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Ride or die for CMR - get outta line, get battered
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Lil' Wheezy |