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You know the streets been fiendin for anotha on of them jackin fa beats ya know So dig mane go on and crank this shit up this year. Lets do it (verse) Aye! Keep my name out ya mouth I done said it before Cause all them games I ain't bout, tell whoeva you know Before I pull this thang out, aim it dead at ya throat Or bring the rifle out the house and put ya head in the scope Pimpin trained for the drama shawty ready to go See me hangin out the Hummer spittin 70 mo' You was talkin bout the drought, I was peddlin snow And I doubt you get some blow fa cheap as I'm sellin it fo' Aye I'm a G, what I'm worried bout a felony fo' When I get free bet I be ballin hard as eva before Got some Chevy's but a Benz what I'm usually in And niggaz hatin on the crew I put a few in the wind Keep it pimpin till the end while you chose to pretend Shot a video in the pen and I'll do it again Made news nation wide from 11 to 10 Headline CNN Peter Jennings and friends nigga I'm so cool been doin this since the old school You turned into a gangsta when ya vocals hit the Pro Tools Haha Looka here man.. So don't get it confused you don't know that dude I'm hard core no gold teeth no tattoos Letras de cancionesIf you don't want no beef nigga don't act rude I got a 4-4 fo' yo attitude We can... Talk or shoot it out whateva you chose Have me back in the county blues on the TV news Only... two rules when you walk in my shoes 1 take no shit number 2 don't lose Im throwed off plum fool nigga loosen my screws I'ma pass my partner the tool leave you wet as a pool Lames get it misconstrued Gs you don't fool I know... bustin a grape is somethin you don't do Supa cool nothin to prove I been bustin the Reugers and givin you bustaz the blues since you was suckaz in school Hey this a situation you gon wish you neva persued You wanna push me, pussy nigga do what you do You think trappin just in my flows nigga oh contrare Been sellin blow since I was 12 years old my dear Bustin Calicos just to let 'em know I'm hear Choppaz in the trunk of every auto I steer While you was in the classroom tryin to pick a career I was sellin glass countin cash drankin a beer I agree this rap beef shit is so last year But ask if I'll tear a new hole in yo ass. Yeah Fa flexin and disrespectin I don't play about dat But no mo questions I got shit else to say about dat But my sentence'll be finished any day and I'm back nigga Laughin at ya sucka ass Hollywood rap niggaz Fakin and they love it but this ain't fa the public So in interviews I choose to stay away from the subject I just prove that I'm the truth if you don't like it then fuck it We can keep it between me and you and this pistol I'm bustin Yeeah! Pussy niggaz ain't fuckin wit me Cause pistol play in broad day that shit ain't nothin to me You need to pinch yaself nigga cause you livin a dream And I'm one of the realest niggaz that this industry seen Think of me as John Gotti wit a Phd Or either Martin Luther King wit a G.A.T I'm ridin clean, paint gleamin blowin T.H.C And for that reason hataz wanna alieviate me But I forgive 'em cause I know it ain't the he hate me He just hate the situation hate that he ain't me OGs say alot of them in me they see Cause I'm a scholar no diploma no GED Now TIP ain't sweet just so y'all know Had to tone it down for ya cause I know y'all slow Niggaz tongue wrestle plenty yeah but they all show Spread gossip like hoes bout what they don't know Got mo lies to tell than a nigga in jail All my niggaz in the streets I know remember me well From how I use to take a key and put the wieght on the scale Now I'm seein how many mill's one record can sell nigga You was on the low discussin a G When urban legend drop we'll see what the discussion'll be From Letras Mania