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Rollin down the 'Shaw, niggaz lookin at me all crazy, but they don't fade me The niggaz just made cause the hoes they got, got the hots So they stare at a playa all on my jock He knew like I knew, the ho could be tooken so the nigga keeps lookin, I'm not tryin to take yo' bitch The rules of a pimp, hoes, you know If the ho choose then you lose Cause of the fact that I'm a mack and I can't hold back shit from these punk-ass tricks You better leave that ho and tell that old look ho you're free to go and find somebody else out there that need your punk-ass I can't fuck with a bitch like you Ain't no tellin what yo' ass might do (?) and Superman gon' have to come and get me off yo' ass cause I'ma straight be trippin You won't find another nigga like me Not even Spike Lee can paint a picture, how it's gon' hit'cha Cause it's a lot of niggaz losin they souls over hoes and while I'm fuckin 'em they buyin 'em clothes but never smell the Folgers, I told ya, uhh Killa Cali ain't even safe for a soldier So I suggest you wipe the S off yo' chest, and tuck in yo' cape and plan yo' escape and set suckers free Nine-deuce was the truce, now it's nine-trey Letras de cancionesNow everybody say Anybody-K So what do you? A nigga run up on you A nigga run up on me, he THROUGH Cause niggaz ain't playin, niggaz ain't playin Half these mark niggaz couldn't stay where I'm stayin where it's black, black, black as a cat So when the moon come out have your ass in the house And don't hit no wet hooters, cause intruders be comin tryin to get busy, don't be dizzy I'm not a warlock or a witch, can't stand a snitch Never will I switch from a man to a bitch cause I'm the, new rule, the six-shooter I drink eight, cause only bitches drink coolers From state to state, I don't care how great Around here, they carry no weight And for you window cleanin tricks at the gas station Can't lie to me, I know your ass basin, broke Busted, disgusted, and not to be trusted G .. cause I'm sucka free From Letras Mania