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(feat. E.S.G., Mussilini) [talking] Jeah, uh Southside (what-what) Worldwide (yeah nigga), E.S.G. (Big Pokey) (Presidential) Presidential, yeah Another Bad Mix Tape, something else for them boys to hate Feel me mayn, ha-ha [Hook x2] I'ma boss when I floss, can't you tell E.S.G. a G, that's known for making mail Big Poke' and Presidential, yeah you know they raising hell Another Bad Mix Tape, bitch for us to sell [E.S.G.] Plus I heard them FED's, wanna put us in jail Cause I keep a bunch of bricks, and a extra scale Pimping nigga 50 niggas, times 52 That's how many bricks every week, we run through Who are you E.S.G., S.U.C. representer 500,000 sold, independent y'all remember Now peep this I'ma boss when I floss, you know that mayn No wrecking no, just dro sacks mayn No suits and ties, just throwbacks mayn Ask your bitch, she know us mayn Letras de cancionesSpark up the dust, nigga po' up a cup Nigga like me, really don't give a fuck Candy sprayed on the Escalade, everything 22's it up My glock on cock, for the boys on the block Wanna take what I got, but I think not Don't make me spray your block, I'm keep shooting till the K get hot K-45, when I ride Just in case a hater, try to take a nigga life That's right Southside, I'ma scream it till I die in pain Make the world feel my name, fuck the fame See the streets won't change, nigga fucked up game Ain't no good having a gun, with a fucked up aim This a Mix Tape mayn, hit the sto' and cop shit E.S.G.-Big Pokey, Presidential got the block locked bitch [Hook x2] [Big Pokey] Say my client tail heavy, like F-A-T I love it mayn Copping houses, pushing deuce seaters in the turning lane Can't you tell everytime, I'm on the track I bring the pain E.S.G. leave a stain, on brains since Swang & Bang 2004, Lil' Keke gon take em lane to lane M.O.B. Style in the do', Hurricane gon change the game X'ing niggas name out, putting niggas flames out S.U.C. that's all the time, Screw-Zoo got my name hot I can't stand in the same spot, when I know first down gon move the chain Two yard deep in the red zone, start out wide cut against the grain H-A-Dub, Pee-Wee, Ron G that's Dead End Botany Boys B.G.'s, D.Z. in the FED Penn Push rewind I'll say it again, don't card that's bootlegging Bootleggers get legs broke, y'all be not be hard headed Nigga like me work hard at it, all about my do' stack mail Bad Azz Mix Tape part 3, moving units like crack sales [Hook x2] [Mussilini] It all started from a beep, a mind and a sweet Everybody wanted love, in the Southside streets Screw Tapes kept us going, and the hood kept us safe From them folks that's running round, badge and glock on they waist My niggas apes about they dividends, we love to stack we love to spend We love the Lacs and we love the Benz, we love to jack we love to end Best believe it's going down, selling green by the pound Clear the 'Vard if the laws around, don't want my thieves doing time Don't wanna see you in the Penn, you in the Penn or you in the Penn Don't get caught I'll do it again, that's the same thang you would of did Maximize without a doubt, seldom seen without a pout G's in clean without a drought, see the scene I'm turning out Burning out when coming through, do what you gonna do I got my gun at you, lift my guns in front of you Plus I flip a Hummer too, sounding like a summer dude Can you see me Big Poke', E.S.G. and Mussilini [Hook x2] From Letras Mania