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It ain't really take no time to see These niggas ain't on timing Diddy-bopping around the ring like Ali Showing off my teeth, smiling My response to cheap talk, keep your guard up Niggas eavesdropping with weak jaws We chop trees, spark 'em, my dreams foggy Unique offers, tell the giant I need like three from this most recent bean harvest Geeked off it, stockpiling drip, I'm puttin' shit on like Steve Harvey Me, G, and Jean Dawson threw a three piece at Stripper Bowl like let's see it Go and get this thing started Arm all in the thing like Vince Carter Overall, y'all baby-shit soft We first team all-league marksmen Let it sing, sing on ya like a voice from East Harlem Easy target, three-ball, game, blouses Let the purple rain douse 'em I thought it was a drought Heard it through word of mouth, it's on the floor like Chris Farley They markin' niggas out The streets watching and filming now, what's the lick, ahki? They hawkin' niggas down I ain't hear a sound, niggas clique-hoppin', I ain't lift a brow It didn't shock me From Letras Mania