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Chorus- These clowns are beneath me Four pound in the GT them niggaz won't sneak me Slow down take it easy You shouldn't tlak so greezy and walk so freely This rap shit need me Nigga this is much more than a freebee, i'm ballin' on tv Your boy all freezy Where i come from they all born greedy, niggaz can't see me Verse- My generation been misled figured i talk to 'um For their pry tempt 'um to fill up a courtroom Put the hawk to 'um, a borough ain't enough they need more room They get in the way, then let the four blow 'um They all coon, probably be a casualty of war soon Age don't really matter ratties tatted and they all grown See you on the way to the top, the blocks hot, drama's don't stop It's harder to cop, financial drop Stop ridin' off the next one, that don't get you respec' son You should get your neck rung, followed up with a tech drum I X 'um, off of my connection, my torture's my protection For any nigga walkin' my direction, perfection Nothin' less than the nine when i'm sexin' They excellent, profession, i ain't the one for stressin' Let the project wan' catch 'um, i doubt it if they catch up Letras de cancionesI catch a loss, a boss, hundred grand from the neck up And guess what, critics still won't give me my respect but I won't be the next Game and i won't be the next Buck G's 'bout the war go round, thats why my chest up, dress up For a occasion, glock, hood on my waves in I'm blazin', purple hazin', eye of a asian Raised in a complication, i am amazing I gave 'um, fire like the caveman No comparison i probably raised 'um, where's my nomination.. nation.. Chorus- These clowns are beneath me Four pound in the GT them niggaz won't sneak me Slow down take it easy You shouldn't tlak so greezy and walk so freely This rap shit need me Nigga this is much more than a freebee, i'm ballin' on tv Your boy all freezy Where i come from they all born greedy, niggaz can't see me Verse- Tryna keep a G calm, from NY to where the trees palm Clap, the innocent receive harm, so keep on Slippin' on the street you can't sleep long Man fuck you, your punk crew, and your weak song Police wrong, niggaz fallin' victims to the beats gone You in a medication you gotta keep your peace on I'm reborn it's cold out, and in order to keep warm You gotta hustle harder, handle obstacles smarter I charter, from here to get the dollar From here to the Impala, scholar, i ain't the one to follow Let the ambulance holla, i put you in a new bed You talk so much, prolly don't know what you said You crew dead, niggaz ain't splittin' up no new bread Nigga i'm the new breed, sick, watch the flu spread Hear the twenty-two lead, it's more like a fifty shot Ride with the Green Gang you niggaz wan' be rich or not.. Chorus- These clowns are beneath me Four pound in the GT them niggaz won't sneak me Slow down take it easy You shouldn't tlak so greezy and walk so freely This rap shit need me Nigga this is much more than a freebee, i'm ballin' on tv Your boy all freezy Where i come from they all born greedy, niggaz can't see me (Thanks to Patrick Rene for these lyrics) From Letras Mania