[Talking]
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Get your money, get your cash young nigga
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This for them gangsta niggaz, this for them gangstas
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The Young Don, don't get it twisted
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I'm from day one, I'm a throwback gangsta nigga ha-ha
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[Lil' Keke]
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It's been a long time, and ain't no sense in me lying
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But if you looking for a gangsta, I ain't hard to find
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Switch the CEO, in the 2-thee-fo'
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But I'm straight up out the hood, handling shit like a pro
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I was born on the streets, I was raised on the block
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I was really on the cut, with a mouth full of rocks
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You niggaz faking, bumping bout your street glory
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But my days in the hood, is a true story
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I was 18, with my freestyle skills
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Then in 1997, sold a hundred for real
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Check the soundscan, man my stats legit
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Was the first solo act, out the Screwed Up Click
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Don't get it twisted, boys gon continue to hate
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Sold fifty thousand tapes, out of Screw front gate
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I'm a pioneer, and no need for plexers
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Made five million dollars, in the state of Texas
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[Hook]
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I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar
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I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar
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I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar
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And tell these hating niggaz, we don't owe they ass nothing
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I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar
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I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar
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I got my swaggar back, I got my swaggar
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And tell these silly hoes, that we still don't love 'em
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[Lil' Keke]
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You can call it what you want, I pull's up on hoes
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From the Lex to the truck, to the Lac on 4's
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You niggaz bumping, steady out here riding my dick
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Steady talking bout the slab, and you ain't rolled shit
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I push candy, 20's and SUV's
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Had some of your bitches, getting off they knees
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You niggaz socializing, but I paved the way
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And I'm always present, on show-up day
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I get's props and respect man, wherever I be
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But I'm a walking living legend, down in 7-1-3
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Plus I'm low to the flo', when I'm making a move
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Bank account sitting fat, I ain't got nothing to prove
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Get your weight up niggaz, when you come to the wood
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Get your plate brought to ya, steady thinking it's good
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CMG got the rock, and we living a dream
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And I'm right behind ya nigga, quarterbacking the team what
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[Hook]
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[Lil' Keke]
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Down in H-Town, I'm prolly smoking a pound
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We get it rocking get it popping, at the lyricists lounge
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Ain't no bullshitting, we clocking nothing but loot
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I'm trying to tear the wall down, when I'm up in the booth
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This for them gangsta niggaz, this for the gangstas
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I'm a soldier from the hood, so my stripes outrank ya
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8100 block, and we known to bust ya
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My hands stay dirty, I'm a throwback hustler
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Music still dropping, them boys still plotting
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The caine still popping, them FED's still watching
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Controlled now, and the checks look lifty
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Three hundred thousand, multiply 8-60
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And it's legit, you know that's big boy shit
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So I'm a rapping motherfucker, and I just can't quit
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CMG nigga, and it's a brand new year
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Get off my dick young man, tell your bitch to come here
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[Hook]
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[Talking]
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Uh-huh the Young Don, yes sir
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I'm back up at ya, CEO style coming straight at ya
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Out the motherfucking lyricists lounge
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My nigga C-Mo, put this one here down
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Ya know, the Young Don is back I ain't charging shit
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Bitches got bad credit with me out here
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I'm coming to get it move over, sitting tall ya know
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Seven hundred thousand, independent sold
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See me nigga I'm telling ya, check the soundscan
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All my stats legit nigga, I'm the CEO they got to see me though
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Know I'm saying, 0-4/0-5 check us
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Swaggar Back
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| Lil' Keke |
